Chapter 8: In a Different Light
THIS TAKES PLACE SHORTLY AFTER VOL. 5
Ok, first off I want to apologize for all of you who have been so patiently waiting (and haven't tried to kill me yet) for me to effing update. but you see, I've had a few.. er... issues lately that are no longer huge and monstrous and threatening to chew off my head. so without further waiting --- 8D weeeeeee! -runs around room-
oh and sajala? you know I looked to see if she had brown or blue eyes and you know what? she has both... 0.o on the covers of #3 #4, she has brown and on #6 #2 she has blue. and as for the other books I don't have them at the moment because I let my friend borrow them. cries TT.TT
PLEASE RxR
Text Key:
'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Dreams
-conscience/alter ego/little voice in your head-
Last Time
Lightening! Wind! I call thee! you are my blood! Obey!" but instead of a blast of wind or even a thunder bolt, there was a bit of static at his finger tips.
"What the fucking hell?" Mitsuru whirled around, looking frantically at the sky, but not even a trace of the moon could be seen in the dusk light,- tonight was the new moon...
"We finally have our trump card..." came the sinister voice of Hokuto Koudokui.
"Damn it ALL!" he cursed out loud as he bolted back into the building. He came to a halt in front of his gym bag and began tossing out the contents until he found his black pants. Reaching into the back pocket, and nearly tearing it off in frustration and anger, he pulled out a familiar green origami raven. Mitsuru ripped it in half and in moments a huge tengu stood in the high school pool hall. Once he was outside and in the air he set off looking for the red car.
'I cant go get the others, by that time there will be no way of tracking her down' His mind raced as he spun around in the air, trying to find any hint or clue as to where she had gone. 'How could I be so STUPID!' he growled and flew off, hoping the direction he had chosen had been the right one
Mahiru's Situation (dun-dun-DUUUN!)
Mahiru lifted a hand to her throbbing head and moaned, but no sooner had she made a sound, someone grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her face down into the leather seat. she could feel whoever it was binding her hands and feet tightly.
'Why do these things always happen to me?' she whined mentally, but was suddenly shaken from her thoughts when she was turned upright and placed against the door. across from her, and looking rather sadistic, was Mutsura. "Hello, girlie" He smiled evilly, earning a rather terrified look from Mahiru.
"Why would such a pretty girl like yourself be hanging around with demons? You deserve much better, you know." There was a hint of both sarcasm and lust in his voice as he scooted over next to her. Mutsura placed a cold hand on her bare leg and began advancing northward, until he reached the elastic of her bathing suit.
Mahiru felt frozen, what was he doing and why? 'Mitsuru, help me please...'
back in the sky with Tengu-sama
'Mitsuru... help me please' The voice echoed through his head. 'Mitsuru! mitsuru!... HELP!' the voice began to get more and more frantic. "Mahiru! where are you!" The tengu began to get frustrated, he could hear her, but she was nowhere to be seen. He grabbed his head out of frustration and clenched his eyes shut, trying to focus through the painful pleads of the girl he loved.
But suddenly, through the darkness behind his eyes he saw something, a faint, small, white glow. Whenever mahiru's voice called out to him it would pulsate, but the longer he watched it the weaker it got. "I'm coming princess" he breathed before setting off in the direction he had seen the light.
weeeeee! back to the car! -serious face-
Suddenly before Mutsura could advance any further on her a hand shot out between him and the young girl. Hokuto, still keeping both eyes on the road, pushed Mutsura roughly back into the seat.
"Need I remind you that you are not to touch it?" He said, a chill in his voice. Mutsura just snarled," And why the hell do we even care about her again? She's just a damn girl" He protested but had enough sense not to try and touch Mahiru again. "Because, my friend, as you may recall, that is NOT a little girl. it is a demon of some sort, one with enough power that she is able to transform those creatures without any spell or incantation. She also seems to be of some sentimental value to them, and therefore she is our much needed leverage.
'Demon? Leverage?' for a moment Mahiru thought about protesting and telling them she was not a demon! but then another thought came to her, if her being a demon was the only thing keeping Mutsura's hands to himself and more importantly keeping her alive, then maybe she should just keep her mouth shut for now.
Minuets later the car came to an abrupt stop, causing mahiru to topple over onto the floor of the car. She heard the slam of doors and then the one in front of her opened. Outside of it stood the handsome face of Hokuto, although at the moment he seemed anything but. Picking her up bridal style the three of them walked inside what seemed like an abandoned warehouse of some sort. The interior walls were bare and gray; all round the floor where impressions of where giant machines had once sat, but had been long since removed. They stepped inside an old elevator and closed the gate door. The whole time Mutsura watched her from beside Hokuto, smiling evily and giving her chills
"Ahhh, her were are" They stepped out of the elevator and into another large empty room. Mahiru Guessed they had been planning this for a while now because in the center of the room was a six foot metal cross that seemed to have been constructed form spare beams they had found somewhere in he factory. And surly something like that couldn't have been there when the factory was still running.
"Like I showed you earlier Mutsura." Hokuto said as he handed the girl to him. Unfortunately He was not quite as formal as Hokuto and simply slung her over his back. He dropped her roughly on the concrete floor beneath the steel crucifix and Mahiru hissed in pain as she landed hard on her side. She felt something warm on her face and realized she now had a good sized gash on her forehead thanks to him.
Mahiru could feel Mutsura uniting the ropes around her feet and wrists. "Alright, come on."
"Kya!" Mahiru squeaked as Mutsura grabbed her around the waist and pinned her up against the cross. He worked quickly, tying her arms to the arms of the cross and finally binding her feet together around the base.
Mahiru had never felt more uncomfortable in her life, the pressure form her own weight alone seemed to drain her of energy.
"Done Sir." he said in an annoyed tone and walked back to inspect his work.
"Very good, now step aside for a moment." Hokuto walked over in front of Mahiru, seemingly checking her over from foot to head. "So, you work for the lunar race?" He almost seemed like he was trying to make... a pleasant conversation with her? But Mahiru knowing something was up just stared quietly at him.
When she didn't answer his calm face began too darken and become more serious. "How can you change them?" Mahiru just stared him down, this lowlife wasn't getting anything out of her. Hokuto got right up in her face, and for the first time she saw a completely different side of their composed enemy. His eyes where red and bloodshot, and dark rings fell around his cheekbones. He was no longer just the man who had hunted her and her friends for the past years, but an obsessed man, who was nearing the end of his self composed nerve.
"God damn it! Answer me! How do you change those Fucking bastards? What The hell kind of demon are YOU! The sound of hokuto's fist as it connected with Mahiru's skull resounded around the room. "Bitch" He said, shaking a couple droplets of blood from his hand.
For a few seconds Mahiru could barley see straight, but after a while it all came back into focus. "So, loyal to your friends are you? what a waste. But if that is the way you want it to be, I can play along." He tossed a white kimono at Mutsura who caught it immediately. "Time to play dress up girlie" Mahiru's pupils dilated as she watched him come closer and closer...
Sorry again, Im getting to the good stuff I promise for all of you who have been begging for the lemon. But as you can see I am still alive and writing. -runs away from angry mob with torches and pitch forks- OMG the title for this chappie sucks