Good day, guten tag, bonjour, konnichiwa, and hello to all of you! I hereby reveal chapter three! Sorry for the little longer wait than usual, but my river of inspiration and ideas has slowed to a mere trickle... So things come to me much slower than they did. But don't fret (if you're even bothering to fret), I'll still be posting fairly regularly. This chappie is a little shorter than most, methinks... but I think you'll enjoy it nonetheless. (well, I hope you will... :prays:)
Disclaimer: I do not own SDK. The same as the last three chapters (or two chappies and a prologue, if one must be specific.)
Review Replies!
Shinomori Kyo: Yeah, Kyoshiro has a woman now, so he wouldn't be doing anything like that. Of course, he also wouldn't want to startle Yuya into hurting him... Thankee!
Ginny-cry: Spunk will be here, I assure you of that much.
yami1: Hahaha... I'm glad you liked it. Yuya can be rather snappish at times, can she not?
Squiggles: Hahaha! I will join you in waving the Kyo/Yuya flag. You won't have to wait long before it begins... :wink:
BellSouth: Thank you!
xgirlrogue: Yeah... if she had hit them, though... there were four of them and one of her. Kyoshiro never seems to care about much, does he? Thank you!
Sheynenn: I shall continue (albeit slower than normal, but it shall go on!).
Rin Amaru: Well, when you do write that fic, please let me know! I'd love to read it. I'm glad that you liked the tiny amount of cuteness last time. Thankee!
unspokendesires: Thankee!
dmg: Well, I'm updating on this fic much more than my others (an update every 1-3-6-12 months...), so I'm glad you like the pace!
The-Lone-Lemon (twice)- chapter 2 review: I liked writing that line and I'm very happy that you liked it too. :D
Chapter 3 review: Clash? Oh good lord, they clash all right. That's perfectly vital! I'm glad that you like Yuya's character, because I'm always afraid of having her OOC... :shudders: Thankee!
Thanks also to all of my hidden readers, I love you too!
Well, that's it for today folks, Ja ne and happy reading!
Chapter 3: Savior
I'm back in my cell. My god, I was so surprised when there were four men in the interview room. Not one, not two, but four. And today had started out so normally! Oh well, they sent me back soon enough, but boy, were they weird! A quiet man with wild hair and an animal's eyes, a giant with a friendly personality, an idiot with a fancy name and the temperament of a crazy drunk, and a blue eyed gentleman with a serious side. I thought that I had just walked into a loony bin.
Then they started talking. Good Lord, they were talking in circles and using little smiles and techniques to try to make me "comfortable" and talkative. I was almost fooled by the drunk, but then he started talking to me like I was stupid. 'Do you, by chance, have a personal name?' I don't know if he was trying to be coy, sarcastic, or if he really is stupid.
The quiet man scared me a bit. He was just so... emotionless. I don't know what to think of the other two. I'm glad that I got tossed back in here though. My months of difficult planning would have all been a waste if one of those weirdoes bought me. Some of the girls are still glaring at me, though, so I'm sleeping in my corner tonight. Back to my igloo...
I woke up a little later than usual, and I saw that several of the girls were already up and changing. I checked my stuff, and saw that it was all there. Good, I didn't want to have to pick a fight. I changed into my other kimono under my blanket, as usual, then folded it, and set it aside. I began to resume the building of my igloo, trying to remember how to build the roof. Of course, with my newfound terrible luck, I was interrupted again. I suppose the igloo was simply never meant to be.
"Shiina Yuya!" Good god. Can't they say something different? 'Shiina Yuya-san, please come here'? Apparently not. I snapped my head towards the door and gave the man my best glare. I am sick and tired of these watchers bothering me. Oddly enough, this one only grinned at me. Grinned at me! I knew something was wrong then. What on earth could make my guard (the one I kicked last time, I believe) grin at me? I should've seen it coming, but I was still shocked speechless.
"Shiina Yuya, collect your things. You've been bought."
My mouth was hanging open, I'm sure. Every girl's head came snapping towards me, their eyes almost popping out of their heads. After two years... Two years of planning! Wasted! Gone! Worthless! I robotically gathered my meager belongings and shuffled towards the door, where I was bound with my handcuffs and rope. The clicking sound cleared my head long enough for one, lonely, haunting question to wade through the lake of confusion and despair in my head.
'Who in the hell would buy me? Who would be so stupid?' What if it was one of those crazy men from yesterday? I don't know if I could survive living with any of them! This is killing me! I wonder if I could tackle this guy and run... I could probably take him, having my hands cuffed might be a bit of a problem...
Of course, he interrupts me by stopping, and trying my rope to a post. A bloody light post. Outside. He dragged me outside and then ties me to a post! What does he think I am, a dog? I was about to tell him so when he turned around and faced me, and he pulled the rope further along the post, dragging me closer to it. He grinned at me again, and said something like "Have fun, and I hope I never see you again." Or something stupid like that. Asshole. Then, he just turned around and walked back inside.
He just left me here! How could he do that! There are all kinds of dangerous people out here, and he just leaves! Did my buyer request this or something? If he did, he's getting a definite piece of my mind! I'm still gonna kill that son of a bitch guard for leaving me ou-... Oh, shit.
"Well, brother, look what we have here..."
This... this creepy looking short guy is touching me! He's just running his ugly filthy fingers up and down my neck! Oh, my, god, if my hands weren't tied together this rat would be dead... I'd chop his hands off too, just to make sure they won't touch anyone again.
Wondering what's going on? Well, in my ranting about that god-damned watcher from hell, who's really bad at watching, this creepy little guy walked up behind me and put a knife to my throat! What the hell! He's got these huge, bug-like eyes that just keep leering at me! I want to yank them out of his ugly face and stomp on them! He's shifting around now, moving in front of me... Oh, yes... just a little more, asshole... a little more to the left... got it.
"Let's see those pretty eyes full of fear, little one... let's see the- AIEEEE!" Ha! Let's see you try to molest another woman without feeling that! He even dropped the knife, lucky me. I kicked it next, just into the alley. "You bitch! How dare you!" His voice was rather high-pitched, and I had to fight a laugh a bit before yelling back.
"Well, don't touch me, you asshole! Leave me the hell alone!" A huge hand stopped me from yelling more when it grabbed onto my ponytail and pulled. I am going to have a definite headache after this. I absolutely forgot that the shrimp had been talking to someone... his brother. Who had obviously inherited the height in the family. I'm in deep trouble now. Well, I was, until I heard another voice.
"Hands off my property, weaklings. Let go now and you'll die quickly."
Another man. Another possessive man. Crap. Double crap. I at least had the chance to look this man over. Tall, probably six foot from what I can tell. Unruly, semi-short jet black hair, but with a red sheen to it. He was dressed in black: black jeans, black shirt, black boots, long black trench coat. I guess he likes the dark look? What really caught my attention were his eyes. Bright red eyes, shining with a look one could only associate with violence. Demon eyes. This... was this Demon Eyes Kyo?
He's a legend, I guess. None of the girls will talk about him, they're all far too scared, I guess. Rumor has it that he's killed over a thousand people. No one knows why, but everyone knows why not to bother him. He'll kill you. Easy as that. Someone said that they saw him at the Academy yesterday... Wait. Did he say... I was his... property? Have I been bought by Demon Eyes Kyo?
"Now, are you going to die quietly or put up a fight? It doesn't really matter to me." He smirked at them, waiting for either to make a move. The short man spoke first.
"Don't you know who we are? We're the Bantouji Brothers! We-"
"I don't give a damn who you are." He cut him off. "And you don't need to know who I am. Just. Die." I blinked, and he was gone. I glanced to my side, and so was the short man. Only a pile of blood, guts, and sliced skin. The weight on my hair shifted a bit, so my head was being pulled down instead of back. I shook my head a bit experimentally, and I was quite shocked to find that an entire arm let go of my ponytail. Of course, it was only a severed arm that flew past my face and landed on the ground by my feet. I think I'm going to be sick...
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other man, Demon Eyes Kyo, my supposed savior, walking towards me, a very long katana in his hand. I twisted around as best I could without stepping in a lump of Bantouji to watch him warily. He skillfully flicked the remaining blood off of his blade and sheathed his sword. He never lost eye contact with me through the whole movement, which was confirming my belief in his identity. I blinked again, and I opened my eyes to see his only inches away from my own.
I tried to back away, but I was roped to a light pole and I wouldn't be going far. Even so, he grabbed my chin and tilted my face. I must admit that he used a little more force than necessary, but if he thought he was going to intimidate me, he didn't need to do much. I was scared, but hell could have me before I ever said anything about it. I glared at him as he moved my face back and forth, examining his merchandise, I guess. And the first words out of his mouth addressed to me were...
"You look like a dog."
I was furious. I don't care if he was Demon Eyes Kyo or Tokugawa Ieyasu, I would not put up with that. I pulled my face out of his grip, and I bit his hand.
To be continued...
