(A/N: Nihao minna-san! I'm alive from the long departed and I'm ready to furfill your reading interest for those of you that haven't given up hope on me. Hey! Its summer and I'm not down in the dumps anymore. I'm beginning to create Kyo and Yuya madness, I'm thinking of all possible ways to torture them. Just to spice things up, but to give you all a heads up, there's a lot of drama and mystery ahead. Happy reading!)
Disclaimer: These beloved characters are sadly not mine to call my own! However….I OWN THIS STORY SO IT'S NOT UP FOR GRABS BY THOSE WHO STEAL! STEALING IS LOW AND WAY UNCOOL, BECAUSE IT'S NOT YOUR WORK WHO'S TIME/EFFORT YOU PUT INTO!
Rating: Language and some violence
Chapter fourteen: From the dark
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 hatred that rested on his shoulders.
Kyo stared down Yukimura like a ravenous eagle closing in on its prey. His fist was inches away from impacting Yukimura's pretty cover boy face, before Kyo felt himself being propelled backwards by a hand that collided with tanned cheek. The red headed warrior felt himself falling backwards, completely stunned. He hit the roof hard, lying sprawled on his back. Kyo fought for his breath, his chest heaving. A shadow overlapped his vulnerable form. Anger burst from the depths of his soul, his crimson eyes blazing into the figure that loomed over his strewn body.
"What the hell was that for!" Kyo rasped.
Yukimura's pale blue eyes flew open as he gaze up at his savior. It was none other than Miss Yuya Shiina, flesh and blood. She stood before Kyo, her left fist clenched and her emerald eyes blazing. Kyo glared up at her, thoroughly disgusted. Yukimura heaved his body to an upright position, resting back on his slender limbs. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder, his eyes meeting with Saizo's.
"Lord Yukimura, are you alright?" he demanded of his lord.
Yukimura blinked.
"How'd you get here? I told you to stay with Miss Shiina while I had a word with Kyo. Sasuke too. You defy me Saizo?" Yukimura questioned.
Saizo shook his head quickly. He bowed apologetically.
"Of course not m'lord. Miss Shiina ordered us to follow you. We naturally followed her orders," Saizo leaned closer to Yukimura's ear. "She's…quite persuasive if you know what I mean, my lord."
Yukimura laughed. That was Yuya alright, his bodyguards had gotten a full dose. The girl had spunk. His eyes wavered over to Kyo. He still was pinned on his back, like a submissive dog to dominance. However, despite the turn of events, Kyo would win. As he always did. Yukimura clambered to his feet, Saizo rising as he did. He brushed himself off, dust particles floating from the fabric of his clothes.
"How dare you try and lay a punch on Yukimura! What the hell is wrong with you Kyo!" Yuya screeched at Kyo, exasperated. "You can't just go around hitting people!"
Kyo gave her a silencing look. Muderously, Kyo rose to his feet. Drawing himself up to his full stature, he started on Yuya. She felt cold wash over her, as Kyo began to walk forwards. The blonde grit her teeth, holding her ground. She balled her hands into fists. Her emerald eyes glared into Kyo's red ones, both shooting daggers of hatred. Kyo boiled with rage. She was just like him. Muramasa...he was always none too paitent and telling him all the sweet junk about "playing nice with the other children". Kyo never did. As long as he could remember, Kyoshiro played nice with the other children, was a star student, and all the teachers adored him. Kyo on the other hand was a terror to his classmates, teachers, and other parents. Let alone family friends.
While Kyoshiro handled problems slowly with care, Kyo made his points brashly and loudly. He awlays verbalized his feelings or acted them out. By highschool, the Muramasa family had Kyo's rages pin pointed. Everyone in the family knew Kyo's cycle when he was on one of his constant rampages.
"He'll eventually grow out of it," Muramasa explained quietly to Kyoshiro and Mahiro.
Mahiro snorted.
"Suuuure Dad. He's a Junior and still throws temper tantrums!" Mahiro's words were full of venom.
In a blink of an eye, Kyo was a breath away from Yuya's fine complexion, blonde banged, and emerald eyes. Yuya took in the scent of his hot breath fanning on her face. Least his breath doesn't smell as bad, as that Jimon freak. Yuya scowled at herself, tightening her fists as he reached out and captured her chin in his grip. Leveling her green eyes with his own, Kyo locked her gaze.
"You," he snarled. "Are just like that git, Muramasa."
Yuya wanted nothing more than to fly into a resentful fury and claw the living daylights of the devilish red head that stood before her. Steam was building up in her chest, the heat lifting to her lips. Finally, she snapped. Unclenching her fist, her open palm connceted with Kyo's grip tightening on her chin. With little suprise breaking through his glacial glare, he instinctively withdrew his hand.
"How dare you speak about your own father like that! Unlike some people...YOU HAVE A FAMILY THAT LOVES YOU!" Yuya screamed, tears dripped from her moist eyes; she was unable to contain herself any longer.
Crying silently, Yuya stared at Kyo a minute longer. When he made no expression she'd gotten through his thick skull, she spun on her heel and ran for the fire escape. Yukimura, Sasuke, and Saizo watched in mere shock at Yuya's boldness. Yukimura's brow lifted in interest, a coy smile forming on his lips. This was indeed interesting. No one in years could muster enough energy or anger to compete with Demon Eyes Kyo, the slayer of a thousand men. Now years later since the headlines had faded, a young girl of fifteen was able to stand up to such a devil. Yuya Shiina had quite a few tricks up her sleeve.
"Saizo...follow her. Make sure no further harm comes to her," Yukimura whispered to his loyal comrade.
Saizo uttered an obediant response, "Hoh." And disappeared with ninja acrobatics after the upset blonde. Yukimura's faded gaze watched him go. Turning back to Kyo who remained glued to the spot, emotions seeping through his failing disguise, he smiled. Things were going to get very different for everyone, esspecially the Mibu brothers.
Stepping forwards, the back of his hand wiping the faint trickle of crimson from the corner of his mouth; Yukimura felt bold with a cocky air. His slender pale fingers straightened his ruffled uniform front, expelling dirt from the cloth and ridding it of wrinkles. Kyo had a sudden qualm, his body trembling and his expression twisting.
"Y-you're impossible," Yukimura smiled. "To defeat, to weaken."
Kyo's expression wavered from one of disgust to confusion to anger. He was utterly tearing his obsidian hair out in his child like temper, his tantrum. Yukimura's smile just broadened, watching Kyo attempt to pull himself together. That proved truly impossible, there was earthly way that the demon could handle himself. He wasn't made for any earthly control. He was a rejected arch angel, not allowed to pass through the pearly gates. The junior laughed at himself, here he was comparing a demon to an angel. Two distinct different beings. Kyo was in a definite catagory.
"Heh," Kyo grunted. "My favorite word. Funny how people used that word so often to describe me. I thought you could do better than that Sanada."
Better than that? Why should someone of his stature bend low to this bad boy urchin? Yukimura's smile surfaced a deadly sheen. Kyo licked his lips, acknowledging the threat. The crimson eyed rebel laughed in the second's face. The two samurai, long friends but doomed to be enemies. Alliances never last long between the House of Kyo and the House of Sanada. Both were already in enough trouble with the Mibu Clan.
"Really Kyo, this is getting to be an old routine. I don't waste energy on people like you," Yukimura remarked with a colder tone. "Besides...the slugging of Jimon the Snake, reached my unholy ears. My shadows loom over your shoulders...you know that. The Mibu's as well."
Kyo dropped his head, his wispy bangs floated over his blood hued eyes. His body neither tense or limp. Yukimura crossed his arm over his chest, an elbow resting upon an arm. His slender hand grasped his chin thoughtfully.
"Well well well...did it hurt poor widdle Kyo Kyo to see the greasy man's face? I'm assured it brings up wonderful memories of your childhood, you can thank Jimon for your parent's--" Yukimura cooed.
There was a faint high note in the back of the junior's throat, scales higher than his usual lyric. Kyo gripped Yukimura deathly, locked eye to eye. His tanned hand fastened around the pale neck of Yukimura Sanada. Yukimura's face paled, his calm blue eyes warped with shock and fear. The reflexes were faster and unpredictable then before. Anger...resentment...darkness...that's what detered Kyo from sucicide or self descruction. The exsistance of the Mibu Clan ensured his "survival", however his social life collasped, any how.
Kyo's grip enclosed tighter around Yukimura's neck, causing him to squirm and choke. Kyo's eyes boiled into the paling face of his victim. Emotions raging and churning in the cavity of his chest that expelled from his muderous stare. In a glance, a brief second, Kyo relived the terror and horror of his past. Just the utter from Yukimura of his past, Kyo could feel everything as if it had happened a second time.
"Shut your damn mouth. All of you just shut your damn freakin' mouths. How could you possibly cope with the meanings of my life? Do you know how I suffer? How I am the living dead. The tormented?" Kyo rasped, strangling the heir of the Sanada. "No one will know the meaning of suffering like I do. No one will understand the truth. All they do is believe what they see. All they do is trust Kyoshiro Mibu!"
With a last gust of his rage, Kyo released Yukimura and shoved him into the air vent. Charging past, Kyo surged like a cloak of darkness through the heavy doors that led downstairs off the roof. A pair of golden eyes followed Kyo until he disappeared from sight. Sasuke hidden inside the depths of the air vent was jolted by the impact of Yukimura's body. His heart beating faster, his greatest fears in motion, he scrambled to the light of day. Crawling out of the vent, Sasuke leapt to the roof ground and spun on his heel. He was at Yukimura's side in a flash, desperately trying to revive his superior.
Although he claimed he hated Yukimura Sanada, the truth was, Sasuke Sarutobi felt that his master was more like a fatherly older brother figure in his life. His real family had given him up and all parenting disappeared from his life until Yukimura had come to save Sasuke's day. Ungratefully, Sasuke found himself living in the Sanada Manor with generous privledges.
His hand went under Yukimura's silken head, shaking him gently.
"Y-Yukimura? Wake up!" Sasuke felt his voice break.
There was no movement. Sasuke's heart was sinking into the abyss of his fears. He shook Yukimura's body again. There was no repsonse. Not a twitch. Not a sound.
"YUKIMURA!"
Yuya waited impaitently at the bottom step of the stairs. She sat stiffly, her elbows resting on his knees, her hand cupping her chin. Her emerald eyes bored into the wall across the hall. Saizo stood by her side, uncomfortable in the silence. At last, Yuya let out of a cry of desperation and rose to her feet. Saizo reacted accordingly.
"What is taking them so long!" Yuya flashed her gaze at Saizo. "Why do you have to babysit me anyway?"
Saizo became gruff.
"Master Yukimura intentions are for the best m'lady. He obviously is more concerned about your welfare then his own. Which is odd since you are an Outsider-" Saizo replied before he was cut off by Yuya's steam.
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Yuya started in on poor Saizo who was backed into a wall. "At least call me by my name. It's Yuya. Yuya Shiina. None of this "m'lady" stuff too. Someone like that witch "Okuni" is 'worthy' of a name such as 'm'lady'."
Saizo gulped, "So...just Yuya then?"
Yuya nodded with a satisfyed smile. "That's right. You catch on fast Saizo."
He raised a brow, with a lopsided smile. Yukimura was right, she was worthy of protection. Yuya was a tough cookie, rather unstable at the moment, but she was quite charming. There was a loud noise that caused both of them to jump. Saizo reached for his gun tucked beneath his dark jacket, Yuya's heart was pounding. Thundering down the flight of stairs, appeared Kyo. He had a wild look in his eyes as he neared the two of them. Abruptly, his tanned hand extended and grabbed Yuya's wrist.
With a forceful pull, Kyo stomped down the hall. Students parted like the red sea, watching confused as Kyo dragged Yuya behind him. Saizo watched trying to decide whether to follow them or not, following his intuition he climbed the flight of stairs to check on Yukimura.
Yuya tried to pry Kyo's grasp with her free hand, calling out to him as he dragged her forwards.
"Kyo! What the hell is going on!" Yuya yelled at the back of his head.
He refused to answer. As her protests continued, he finally whirled around. His red eyes meeting her green ones. The look silenced her. He leaned closer, his hand still gripping her upper arm. His face was inches away from her own. With a husky voice he just answered simply.
"We're going home."
"Home?" Yuya's voice broke with surprise.
Her green eyes were wide, suddenly realizing how close he was. She felt herself grow a tinge of pink. Before she could distungished her feelings, Kyo drew away and continued to storm down the halls. Yuya confused and lost in her thoughts, allowed herself to be dragged away by him. Her emerald eyes didn't leave him as they left the school and stepped oustide into the light of noon. School hadn't ended, but the thoughts of harsh scoldings hadn't reached her mind. For the moment, she was being pulled into the vortex of confusion holed by Demon Eyes Kyo. And her thoughts for a moment in time, thought only of him.
"Hey look! Isn't that that really hot Junior!"
"Oh my gosh! It is! Look at him. Isn't he gorgeous?"
"Hey! Whose that yellow haired girl he has with him?"
Kyoshiro's attention left his lunch, and flew to a crowd of girls gathered by the window, their abandoned lunches left upon their desk tops. Suddenly a black haired beauty flounced over, standing over his desk, her outstretched hand pointed to the window. Kyoshiro felt himself go red and nearly have a nose bleed. She was pretty cute. He noticed out of the corner of his eye, another beauty hovering by herself.
"Hey Kyoshiro isn't that your brother outside?" the girl asked him.
Kyoshiro blinked. Did she mean Kyo? Before he could answer, their classroom door flew open expelling Mahiro from behind them. Kyoshiro's blue eyes went wide. Did today have any more surprises? She marched, steaming over to Kyoshiro's desk, pushing aside the girl who cried out.
"Mahiro! What are you doing here?"
"I'll tell you why! Kyo is OUTSIDE. WITH THAT YUYA GIRL!"
"What?"
Okuni's head lifted. Her eyes wavered as well as her heart. At the same time both Kyoshiro and Okuni clawed their way through the crowd of girls. Both them hanging outside of the open window, jaws dropping. Sure enough there was hot headed Kyo pulling the exchange student, Yuya behind him. They bowled through other students eating their lunches and upset teachers. There was an unroar amongest the students. From every window, students poked their heads out watching the pair. Kyoshiro was behind himself, Okuni as well. Why was he doing this? Why wasn't she the girl strung along by her beloved? What was he thinking?
Okuni gained composure and stomped away. Well well well, if it wasn't the dark Kyo stepping from the darkness. Kyoshiro watched, emotions rushing through. This was so unlike his brother. Not ditching, but dragging along a girl, let alone Yuya whom he believed he hated her. Apparently there was more behind the story.
From the dark...repeated Okuni. From the dark.