Shukumei Kyuutai
Chapter Three
A month had passed and winter was just a week away. The cold breezes caused many residents of Tomodea to slip into their winter-wear, as the cold winds blew across Tomodea. During the month, Sakura and the gang were still confronted by the demons that seemed to suddenly haunt their home. Everytime Kumori showed up and fought majestically. Syaoran had put a training schedule for the group as a precaution, feeling awkward by having to be saved every time.
It had been a long week, no attacks have been made and the group had time to relax. They welcomed Dexter into their group, to keep a close eye on him, and to see if he was a harm toward them. Desha still remained aloof, but whenever she did join the group, she was quiet, only answering questions directed toward her. It was Saturday, the group decided to have a day out and went to the park. Melin, Dexter and Tomoyo threw a frizbee at each other, Sakura lying in the arms of Yukito, as Syaoran, Eriol and Desha sat watching the scene unfold.
Eriol glowered as Dexter flirted with the girls, the silver-blue eyes twinkled and caused Eriol to become jealous. Eriol had kept his jealousy to himself, his hand clenching a bottle of water as Dexter wrapped his arms around a laughing Tomoyo who threw the frizbee to Melin. It had seemed like they were playing keep-away and Dexter was the victim.
"It's good to seem him laughing," Desha sighed as she stretched her arms over her head. The two looked over at the girl, who glanced back, "I was afraid he'd never get out of his funk."
"Like you have room to talk?" Eriol shot back in retortion, despising the boy who seemed to get along so well with Tomoyo and the girls.
"I don't. Like I told Sakura, I am content with the way I am. I'm not sad nor am I happy. It's just, Dexter's been in a rut, I guess worrying over me and I was getting sick of it quite honestly," she replied.
Eriol fell silent, watching as the three tossed the frizbee, whoever they tried to keep it from catching it and changing positions with the person who was last the throw it. His deep blue eyes turned to glance at the Mistress, the girl also watching from her content spot on the ground.
"You shouldn't worry about losing Tomoyo to Dexter," Desha said softly as she stood up. "Tomoyo isn't his type."
The girl walked off, leaving the group alone. No one chased her. They knew she needed her space often. Sakura smiled, "I'm so glad she decided to open up."
Syaoran nodded with Yukito, Eriol not acknowledging it. The group entered a game of water tag, and somehow, Syaoran was ganged up on and immediately out. He grumbled and walked off, looking to see what the mysterious Desha was up to. He had to admit, she was still strangely distant from the group. He found her sitting at the bank of the lake, her knees pulled to her chest, her oddly shaded eyes stared at into the distance.
"Can I ask you something?" Syaoran said as he took the empty spot beside her.
She didn't acknowledge him, so he took that as an ok, "I always see you wearing those gloves. Is there something special about them?"
Moments passed, Syaoran feeling like he crossed a line as her body stayed tense for those moments. Did I push it? I'm just curious. What if I offended her? Maybe that's just something she likes to add into her outfits.
"They were Shikyu's. They're the only valueables I took from the things he left in my name," she replied softly, the answer coming so suddenly it knocked Syaoran into a confused state.
"Is there something Dexter took?"
She simply nodded, not answering. At that moment, Syaoran felt a spike in dark auras. His head shot up, the girl didn't heed attention. He excused himself and ran off, running toward the aura. He sliced through a demon that seemed to have caught Melin. He glanced around seeing everyone but Dexter.
"Where's Dexter?"
Everyone shrugged, to busy trying to fight of the demons. Cereberus protected Tomoyo, who was the only one unable to fight. Melin, previously adapted from Martial Arts had some knowledge and was able to protect herself. Everyone forgot about the missing Dexter and fought their hardest to destroy the creatures. They managed to destroy them, Syaoran and Sakura burning the flesh before blowing the ashes away. The two smiled at each other, victory had been their's.
A clap was heard, the group looking up at a figure that appeared from the shadows. Blood-red eyes glared at them with a dangerous gleam. Syaoran and Yue immediately surrounded Sakura out of instinct. The creature licked his black lips, his pointed ears twitched with anticipation.
"Absolutely lovely. So many lovely auras I can feed off of. Too bad, you aren't the arua I'm looking for. I could've sworn it was here when I sent my loyal soldiers here."
"Wait, you mean you aren't after Sakura?"
"The Card Mistress? She'd be a lovely addition to my collection, but no. I am looking for Kumori, we have some..."
"..unsettled business." a cold voice interrupted.
Kumori, dressed in the usual fighting garbs, stood there, the Shikyu Tou in hand. The demon simply smirked at the proud fighter, "Well, Kumori, I was expecting you to run like you've been doing."
"Not until I have peace with myself," Kumori spat out, silver eyes glazed into a hard steel glare.
"Awww," the mocking coo flew from the black lips, "You're still sour over the death of Shikyu? He deserved it. Why he gave the Shukumei Kyuutai to you, I would never know. They don't belong to an ammature."
"I'm sorry if Shikyu trusted me more than you, you back-stabbing bastard!"
A sneer left the demon's lips as it ran toward Kumori. Blade met blade, kick met kick, punch met punch. They were equally matched. Syaoran glared, They fight like Melin and I. Both already know each other's moves before they are made. They must've trained together to know every move made by the other.
Kumori's punch was caught, but he flipped himself backwards, his right foot kicking the jaw of the demon. Suspended in mid-air, Kumori twisted, his left foot catch the side of the demon's face. The blackened body of the demon flew into a tree. "Shukumei Kyuutai Uyoku!" Black wings sprouted from Kumori's back and he flew toward the demon, who met Kumori head on. Kumori was thrown back, a sneer leaving his lips as he rolled backwards, evading the demon's attack and stood up in a fighting stance, the Shikyu Tou in his grasp.
"Ha, too bad you didn't join us when you had the chance. You were soft on Shikyu. You could have anything you could want, and you chose to stay on his side," the demon spat as their blades made contact, the loud ringing sound of metal against metal echoed throughout the park.
Kumori pushed the demon back, "I hated you Kuragari. You stand for everything I hate. Your passion for pain. You murdered Shikyu after everything he did for you."
Anger sprouted from the eyes of Kumori, the blade of Shikyu Enzeru began glowing a dark purple. Kuragari stepped back, his blade gained a hue of black. The two circled each other, neither letting their eyes leave the other. Kuragari made the first move, Kumori dodged and sliced at Kuragari's stomach. The demon simply flipped out of the way before the dark blade seemed to slide into the shoulder of Kumori like a hot knife on butter. A scream of agony had the Clow gang mortified as the fighter fell to his knees, shaking as his hand came up to hold his shoulder.
"You're pathetic Kumori. You always were. You are unworthy of the Shukumei Kyuutai," the demon was cut off as Kumori used the last of his strength to lunge his body forward, his blade piercing the stomach of Kuragari.
The demon cried out, slapping Kumori off him, "You little piece of shit. You'll pay for that. I'm going to make you remember everything you wanted to forget." Kuragari disappeared in a flurry of black leaves.
Kumori collapsed to his hands and knees, the group running over. Melin knelt beside Kumori, her red eyes filled with worry, "Are you ok?"
The dark fighter nodded before his face constricted in pain, his hand covered in a red substance tightened its hold on his shoulder. Without a word the black wings on his back flapped a powerful lift-off, sending the fighter into the air, only to disappear from sight. Sakura's eyes widened, "Dexter, Desha, we forgot. What if one of them were hurt?"
They first found Dexter collapsed on the ground, over top of him was Desha, who seemed to be worn out but was trying to wake him up. Desha looked up as the group approached, Yue and Cereberus already changed into Yukito and Kero. Yukito smiled at Sakura as he handed Kero to her, "You dropped this Kura-chan."
"Is he ok?" Syaoran asked Desha.
"One of the demons had a hold of Dexter. I don't know what they did, but he got weaker. A demon caught me just before all of them were called off."
The group got the Enzeru Twins home, before packing up for the night. Desha sat in a chair next to Dexter's bed, placing a wet rag on his head. Her brother caught her hand, "Is everything ok?"
"They know the Shukumei Kyuutai are here," she replied.
Dexter didn't open his eyes but grunted, "Are you ok?"
"I've been better Dexter. I'm going to get some rest. I suggest you do the same," Desha replied curtly, her voice held no feeling as she stared at her brother. I don't want to lose another.
Desha went to her dark room and laid on the soft bed. She closed her eyes as her body sunk into the mattress. She let out a small yawn, stretching her arms gently before drifting into a sleep.
Sakura, Tomoyo and Melin tackled Dexter into a hug as they saw him in school. The boy smiled and hugged them back, his sister standing off to the end, looking up at the sky. Sakura let go of Dexter as the other two girls began questioning the boy and walked over to the quiet girl. Sakura looked on the girl's face, the face that stared at the sky sadly.
"Something wrong Desha?"
The girl tensed and shot a glare at Sakura before walking off. Sakura stood there confused, I thought we were friends? Did I do something wrong? Sakura watched the retreating figure of Desha.
The group were making their way toward their classes, the halls filled with people who were rushing to get to class or standing in the middle of the halls as they talked to their friends. Desha was ahead of them, Dexter had told them Desha wasn't in the best mood today, so they walked a few steps behind her, giving her space. Syaoran, Dexter and Sakura bit out a protest as Riyu Kenshi grabbed Desha's arm stopping her in the middle of the courtyard- Desha deciding it would be quicker to cut through the courtyard. The group watched as Desha turned her glare on Riyu.
"What do you want Riyu?" she demanded.
The group couldn't hear what provoked it, but a fight broke out. Desha seemed to be on a pinched nerve today because she threw herself at the boy, like she had done to Syaoran before, and lit into him. Her fists made so much contact to Riyu's body that a few guys grabbed Desha by the shoulders and pulled her off him. Riyu took the chance and punched the girl in the stomach, her body lurched forward as the guys held her by her arms. Riyu continued to slam his fist into her gut, her body continued to lurch forward, before she seemed to have had enough. She jumped up, slammed her foot into Riyu's face as her body twisted, breaking the hold the guys held her in. She simply spat on Riyu before limping away, her hand gently placed on her stomach.
The group watched as Riyu stood and stared at his blood-soaked fingers. Disgust filled Syaoran's body as Riyu licked the blood off his fingers and spat. "Tainted bitch." He walked off.
"She's bleeding!" Sakura realized before running after Desha. They made their way to art and didn't see her. The entire day, Desha was missing, no one finding her. The group began to worry. Where was Desha Enzeru?
Syaoran ran through the town, finding himself at the lake in the park, he decided to stop. Syaoran bent over, breathing heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. Ever since they left school, everyone had been searching for the girl without a strong aura. Syaoran for some reason found himself staring out, a familiar head of hair bobbing in the water.
"Desha?"
The body turned slowly, dark steel-plum eyes clashing against his. She slowly swam toward the banks of the lake, her clothes hugging her form as she walked out of the water. Syaoran blushed as her curves became noticeable.
"Li-san, what do you want?"
His eyebrows narrowed as he glared, "Everyone's been worried. You left the school bleeding after your fight with Riyu."
"I'm sorry you are worried, but I think I am fine," she replied, her voice still soft.
She sat down at the edge of the water, the waves from the boats lapping at her feet. Syaoran took the place beside her, looking at her peaceful face as she stared at the setting sun. A small, barely noticeable smile lifted her lips.
"Hey, Desha?" he asked, getting her attention, "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
Desha looked over, "I grew up fighting. I am a born street fighter, that and Shikyu had a thing for Martial Arts."
"You know Martial Arts?"
The girl beside him shrugged, "I guess. I'm no where close to what Shikyu knew. He was amazing."
"I take it you, Shikyu and Dexter where close?"
Desha nodded, "Shikyu had a different mother from Dexter and I, but we were always close. I take it you are a Martial Artist?"
"My family, in China, are all Martial Artists."
Desha stood after a moment held in silence. Syaoran wasn't sure how, but he was comfortable with Desha, even if words didn't pass between them. He smiled to her, a burden off his heart as he figured she was no threat. She bowed as Syaoran stood up. Her body straightened and in an instant her ruby-red lips were caught in a firey kiss as Syaoran placed his lips gently on her's. He licked her bottom lip, enjoying as the plump lip parted from her top lip, his tongue slipping into her mouth. He didn't know what possessed him, but his hands went to the back of her head, his fingers running through her wet hair.
Before the kiss grew more intense, Desha broke it off. Exotic silver-violet eyes glanced into his amber-gold eyes, a glazed appeal of pleasure and joy covered her eyes like a thin sheet of glass.
"Be my girlfriend?"
The words left his lips before he knew what he was saying. Her eyes darkened for a moment before she slowly nodded, "I have to warn you. I'm not really good with people."
Syaoran kissed her lips, "Desha, I have found something inside you. Something that makes you attractive in my eyes. You aren't like anyone else I've ever met. Something about you screams for me to not, but I can't help falling for someone so unique."
The two parted at her house, a quick kiss and Desha entered her house. Syaoran stared at the door as it shut, a grin on his lips as he walked off the property and to his house. He never thought he'd find someone other than Sakura.
Inside, Desha found her brother seated in the dimly lit living room, his eyes staring down at the coffee mug in front of him. She slowly made her way over to him and took a seat in the over-stuffed chair. She sighed comforted as her body sank into the cushions.
"Something wrong?" she asked her brother.
His fathomable silver-blue eyes looked up from her mug, "We have a problem. I somehow find myself involved with Melin."
Desha simply nodded as she lifted her shirt over her head, "I know. I don't want any of them in this mess." A hiss left her lips as Dexter's blue-silver eyes landed on the bleeding wound on her shoulder. The bandage seemed to have soaked in the crimson blood that leaked from the cut in her arm. "It's too dangerous to get Sakura and the others involved." Desha continued as she pulled the bandages off, a dangerously deep stab wound in her shoulder, the edges of her wound blackened.
"How is it healing?"
"Fine. It's not the wound that hurts. It's the memories."
Dexter stood and kissed her forehead. He retired to his room, Desha holding her arm as she sat hunched forward. She sighed, "Something about you screams for me to not, but I can't help falling for someone so unique." Unique. God, Syaoran, you have no clue what you brought yourself into. I'm sorry.
Desha found herself sinking into a deep sleep. The blackened wound in her shoulder softly glowed a dark blackish-red hue as she sunk deeper into the subconscious dream land.
She soon found herself walking up to a large mansion, a week after Shikyu died. Everyone in her family had been devistated by the turn of events. Shikyu had been the dream son her parents wanted. He had been the brother she never wanted to replace. He had been Dexter's best friend.
Desha opened the door as her mother walked in from behind her, immediately going to the kitchen to get some food. She sighed, wanting to wash the sweat off her skin, she headed to the bathroom. The bathroom had beautiful black tiles on the floor, dark blue walls gave the bland bathroom a comfortable feeling. She sighed as she slipped off her clothes, ignoring the odd smell in the bathroom, passing it off as just another one of her brother's test experiments gone wrong. Her foot went from underneath her as she stepped in a darkened puddle of crimson liquid, immediately finding herself in the bathtub, crimson waters splashing around her.
With a scream Desha found herself sitting upright on the couch. Her gloved hands hastily tried to rub away at her skin as she fought to ignore the images. She cursed herself as Dexter stumbled into the living room, his silver-blue eyes understanding as he walked over, pulling her into a hug. A gut wretching scream left her lips, echoing itself outside her house.
Syaoran looked up as he stood on his balcony, a glass of soda in his hand. He looked in the direction of the House of the Enzeru Twins. He sighed, toying with the thought of his relationship with Desha. She was a tough cookie to crack, but she sure knew how to prove she was confident. He sighed, not realizing how wrong he was. He didn't realize the fragile girl shaking in her brother's arms was the same girl who could fight so well without a second thought against Riyu.
He shook his head and finished his soda as he turned to enter his apartment. He slipped out of his boxers and went to his room, instantly falling asleep, dreams of Desha filling his mind.