Wolf: The second chapter of Through My Eyes. (licks lip nervously) I had a major writer's block for this, so sorry for the long delay.
DM: (eyes Wolf) Yeah whatever, just get on with the fic.
Wolf: You're not as violent as you usually are. Did LM do something to you?
DM: O.O (shudders)
LM: . I didn't do anything.
Wolf: -. Uh huh. Disclaimer DM.
DM: Wolf from the Hidden Flames does not own Baten Kaitos or its characters. Only hers and the spirit's personality.
Wolf: She did that without complaining. And now I'm worried. Oh well, on the fic. Enjoy.
Through My Eyes
Chapter 2 Return to a Normal Life
Katana bustled down the stairs. She could hear the clanging of pots and pans and the humming of Ayumi. Katana smiled. Ayumi only hummed when she was cooking and that was the only time she felt relaxed. Accept when she was with her of course. Her older sister had a knack with being cold around people in general, and being soft and mushy with her. Her thought were interrupted with the smell of eggs and bacon. Grinning, the former guardian spirit sprinted down the last set of stairs.
Ayumi looked up as her sister sat down on the round, oak table. She snickered as she recalled her teasing, earning a glare from the small brunette. Walking over to her she handed her a plate with scrambled eggs and some bacon. Katana gave a grin and proceeded to wolf down the food. Ayumi watched in mild amusement, wondering how her little sister could have such a large appetite and have a small figure. Well, al least it was complimenting to know that someone liked her cooking. Her thoughts were interrupted at the thundering of feet. She looked up to see a young man speed down the flight of stairs.
His light brown hair was tousled as if he'd just come out of bed and he looked slightly hysterical. His red checkered shirt was on backwards and his chocolate tresses fell into his frantic green eyes. One leg of his jeans was hanging on the floor, not slipped on. He was missing a shoe and hurriedly straightening a tie while looking for what was possibly the other shoe. His tall physique was bended over the counter, reaching for a suitcase.
Ayumi and Katana watched him with slight amusement, their emerald orbs and autumn irises twinkling. The young man turned to them when he finally got his suitcase, smiling sheepishly.
"Morning," he said, looking for his shoe.
Ayumi grinned, "Morning Richard. You know you're shirt's on backwards."
Richard blinked. He smiled sheepishly again, "Uh, thanks." He reached over and quickly slipped the shirt forwards. He grinned as he finally found his shoe and put on the black piece of wear. His keys made a changling sound as he moved toward the door. He scooped up a plate and devoured the contents in seconds. He then turned toward the door and waved a goodbye. Ayumi and Katana could hear his car starting and they walked toward the door to say goodbye.
"Later Rich," Katana called while Ayumi waved silently. Their brother raised his arm and drove into the street. Ayumi sighed as she walked back inside. She strode toward her jacket on the coat hanger and grabbed her keys as well.
"Eat your food and get to school," the redhead said as she left the house.
Katana grumbled, but hurried to finish her breakfast. She sighed when she was done and walked to her backpack near the white counter. As she stood, a glimmer caught her eye. Blinking, the brunette reached to pick up the item on the counter's surface. She smiled when she realized what it was. A frame.
The picture inside the wooden object featured four people. Katana recognized a younger version of herself. Her large brown eyes shined with absolute joy, almost blinding. Rich stood next to her, an arm around her waist with emerald irises twinkling mischievously. Ayumi was off a little to the left with a wide grin on her face, she never looked happier. Around her neck were a pair of porcelain arms that led to a black-haired beauty. The tall woman's hair fell like a curtain of darkness to her waist and a pair of heterochromatic orbs were set in her pale, regal face, a ruby orb and a sapphire iris. The woman's face held a look of tenderness with a hint of a devilish spark.
Katana stared at it for a second longer until she shook her head. That was along time ago. If only things like that could still be. Ayumi hasn't been happy since she died. They were so close. Fighting back tears, Katana picked up her backpack and ran out the door, taking care to lock it. Then she headed for one of the most dangerous challenges in her life. High school.
Katana looked at the at the tall beige building with something akin to fear. Teens crowded around, shoving others in their way to the blue double doors. Slackers stood off to the side, chatting about anything, from girls to games. Cheerleaders did flips and somersaults, practicing for the next big game. Geeks hurried to class, probably the only ones that actually cared fro their grades. Goths stood brooding next to the walls of the schools and loners sat at the steps, faraway looks in their eyes. Jocks grinned as they blabbered to each other, eyeing the cheerleaders now and then. Suddenly, a pair of hands blocked her sight.
Katana gasped as black enveloped her eyes. She trembled, then caught a familiar scent of lilies and mints. Laughter rang in her ears as the hands left her face and color returned to her vision. Grinning, the brunette turned to look at the offender. The young teenage girl was holding her stomach as she laughed. Silver tresses shimmered from the sunlight and golden eyes were filled with mirth as the teen eyed her with a sly smile. The girl wore a light blue sleeveless shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. A blue bandanna with clouds on her head topped the laid back look.
"Katty! My girl! What's up?" the teen cried cheerily.
Katana smiled, not minding the nickname. She gave a bright beam, "Hey Yoko. So how have you been? It's been awhile."
Yoko eyed her cheekily. She burst out laughing, much to Katana's confusion. Seeing this just made Yoko laugh harder. She clutched her abdomen, laughter echoing in the air and a few people turned and smiled at her. Finally, after several minutes of bewilderment, Yoko calmed down. She looked at Katana then and gave a million-dollar grin.
"So you finally decided to talk to me. It's about time gal. I thought you'd never speak to me again. That accident must of did something to you," Yoko chuckled.
Katana's eyes shadowed for a second before she returned the bright grin. She'd missed having Yoko around. The silver-haired teen was a lot of fun. And a lot of trouble. She was constantly getting the brunette in trouble. However it wasn't all bad. Before she'd met the daring teen, Katana's life had been dull in result of Ayumi's constant watch to keep her safe. And Yoko was an immensely loyal friend and confidant. She be there for Katana lickedly split.
Katana looked at her warmly, "I'm glad too."
Yoko blinked at her. She raised and eyebrow and gave a cocky grin. She laughed again, "I know you love me."
Katana shoved her lightly, "C'mon, we gotta get to class.'
Laughing, Yoko followed her sprinting friend. She was glad that the brunette was back to her old self. What Yoko didn't know was that Katana was still hurting.
A scream tore through the darkness. Agony mixed with horror pierced the unearthly silence. A white-haired man collapsed to the floor as pain flowed through his weakened body. His red eyes swirled with excruciating torture. Another scream erupted through his body as the whip lashed upon him again. Heaving, he looked up at a hooded black figure on a dark throne. The whip master who had stood behind paused to let him speak his words. Or more like his plea.
The man shook with fear as he spoke, "Please master. I implore you. Give me another chance. I promise I won't fail you again. Just please! No more! No more!"
"SHUT UP!" the whip master said, lifting his weapon for another strike. The hooded figure raised his hand and the man stopped his relentless torture. A voice, so horrible and laced with venom spoke gravely.
"Fine. One more chance. If you fail me again I can't warn you of the consequences. It'll be more than just your head." he whispered.
"Oh thank you master! I cannot tell you how honored I am to be given a second chance," the white-haired man said as he bowed deeply to the dark figure.
The figure just growled and waved his arm dismissively. The whip master wrenched the groveling man away from the hooded figure and threw him to the ground. He snarled and the gangly man trembled. The dark figure's servant was almost as bad as the master himself.
"Leave fool! And if you fail…it'll be my hands with your blood," he yelled dangerously.
The man sprinted out of the black-misted room and the whip master turned to face his leader. The dark figure let out a chuckle and he smirked evilly.
"If you keep frightening the workers Trite, we won't have anyone to do the dirty work," he said.
Trite smirked as he raised his whip. He replied, "Don't worry master. Even if he does fail, I'll be more than happy to take down that pitiful excuse for a guardian."
Dark laughter emitted from the room and the men's eyes gleamed with murder. The blood of the guardian would soon be on their hands. And they'd have their revenge on the spirit god.
Wolf: (sighs) It's finally done! Tell me what you think.
LM: Leave a review and we'll give you a treat. Right DM?
DM: (nods dully) Right.
Wolf: Later!