Disclaimer; I'm afraid I still don't own Tsubasa. Sadly.
A Mother's Sacrifice
"Daidoji-san!"
Kurogane stared at the woman impaled on his blade in horror. It was obviously an older version of Tomoyo - they had the same ebony hair, the same rounded cheeks, the same pointed chin, and the same violet, kind eyes. The ninja went to pull the blade from her when small hands enclosed over his own.
"Kurogane-sama, if you pull the blade out he blood will flow more rapidly," Makayla's soft voice came from behind him. "Where's the ointment from Yuuko?"
The ninja removed his right hand from Sohi's hilt, pulling the ointment from his pocket.
"Thanks," the author muttered, taking the jar and moving from behind him. "Don't worry, Kurogane-sama, she'll be fine."
The swordsman didn't reply, replacing his hand on the hilt again. Makayla opened the jar as she moved behind the woman, tearing the back of her shirt and glancing toward the ninja.
"Pull it out slowly," she instructed. Kurogane glanced at her once before complying, withdrawing the blade cautiously. The twenty-one year old scooped some of the cream from its container and spreading it over the exit wound.
"Kuro…gane?"
The ninja froze at the voice.
"Daidoji-san, stop talking until I'm done," Makayla snapped, moving in front of her as the swordsman successfully removed the blade. The swordsman stared at Tomoyo, mouth uncomfortably dry.
"Hey, Kurogane-sama, think fast!"
The swordsman glanced at her, only to be met with a handful of dirt.
"What the hell?!" he snapped, rubbing his eyes furiously. The sound of tearing fabric stopped him instantly.
"What are you doing here, Daidoji-san?" the writer's voice asked gently. "I thought you were confined to the fourth floor until tomorrow."
There was a soft chuckle.
"Fye-san let me wander around the grounds today," Tomoyo's soft voice sounded. "I doubt he expected this."
"I doubt it, too. But with Evron -"
"Stay away from her."
The ninja resumed his furious rubbing of his eyes at the sound of Evron's voice. He heard the sound of someone climbing to their feet, followed swiftly by a loud crack. The swordsman jumped back, the whoosh of air alerting him to the fact someone had tried to kick him.
"Evron!" Tomoyo's voice came from in front of him, sounding startled. "What-"
She was cut off by a harsh cough. The swordsman successfully removed the dirt from his eyes in time to dodge another kick from Evron and draw Sohi in one swift movement, thinly slicing his torso as the teen dodged back.
"Stop!" Tomoyo cried, struggling to her fee and moving in between them. The swordsman swore as he twisted to avoid slicing the woman in half, instead hitting a rosebush nearby.
"Daidoji-san!" Makayla snapped, grabbing her arm. "What are you doing?"
The ebony haired woman turned toward her as Kurogane glared a Evron over her shoulder.
"He's my son," she replied, smiling sadly. "And you're trying to kill him."
The ninja glanced at them as Makayla chuckled.
"He won't die."
--
"Seth!"
The four year old whimpered as Syaoran set him down, disappearing as Fai rushed toward him.
"Seth, what happened?" he asked frantically, crouching down in front of the boy and running his hand down his arm. Pain shot through the him, and Seth whimpered and bit down on his lip to avoid crying.
"I'm fine," he whispered, not looking at him. "I'm fine."
"You aren't fine," the wizard snapped. "What happened to your arm?!"
The four year old flinched away as the magician reached his hand out gain, letting out an involuntary sob as he did so.
"I'm fine," he insisted, rubbing his eyes furiously. "Fine!"
The mage sighed.
"What happened, Seth?" he asked gently, dropping his arm. "Who did this?"
The boy looked down at the floor.
"It was an accident," he muttered. "Kurogane and Mr. Syaoran were training and Mr. Syaoran fell backward and hit me and we hit a really big tree and-"
"You were with Kuro and Syaoran-kun when they were training?" Fai interrupted. "Why?"
Seth hung his head even further.
"I wanted to ask Kurogane if he'd train me to use a sword," he replied quietly. "Because Miss Sakura told me I'd be going with you when you left, and Mommy said you get in lotsa fights and that I had to stay outta the way when you started fighting, but I didn't wanna be in the way and I really wanna learn how to fight!"
The mage stood suddenly, grabbing Seth's hand. The four year old glanced up at him, startled, as the wizard started pulling him back the way he'd come. His arm screamed in protest as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Fai! Stop, stop you're hurting me!"
The magician stopped immediately, turning to face the four year old. He grinned broadly.
"I'm sorry, Seth," he apologized, crouching down in front of him again. "I'm gonna go talk to Kuro-sama. Would you like to come?"
The boy thought about it for a moment before grinning and nodding, shaking his broken right arm in the process. He bit back a cry of pain.
"Then let's go get that arm set, first, okay?" the magician suggested, grinning. Seth nodded again, more gently this time.
"Yeah," he agreed softly, gulping back tears. The two of them turned and headed back toward the hospital. The four year old glanced back once.
I hope Uncle Evron doesn't hurt Kurogane.
--
"Not killing him defeats the purpose of killing him, doesn't it?" Kurogane pointed out.
Makayla didn't turn toward the swordsman, locking eyes with Tomoyo.
"Please, Daidoji-san," she pleaded. "Evron'll be fine. We won't kill him, I promise."
The woman gazed at the twenty-one year old for moment before moving away from the fighters. The author nodded once toward the ninja, holding tightly onto the older woman. The ninja grinned as he stuck Evron again, slicing through the boy's upper arm as he leapt sideways to avoid the blow.
This ass tortured Fai. And he did it to screw with me.
"You're much better than I thought, Kuro-bozu," Evron commented, dodging a sweep to his ankles. "My deltoid muscle hurts like hell - oh, that's this muscle, by the way."
He ducked under the swordsman blade and lightly tapped his arm, just below his shoulder. His efforts were rewarded by a sharp blow to the ribs from Sohi's sheath, followed by the blade being buried in his forearm.
"So what muscle's this, genius?" the ninja snapped, twisting the sword into a horizontal position, grinning at the blonde's hiss of pain. "Hurts, doesn't it?"
The teen ignored him, letting out a cry of pain as the ninja dragged Sohi up to his elbow, blood pouring from the wound as the flat end of the blade crushed against his elbow. The ninja chuckled as he saw tears gather in the teenager's eyes.
"Stop!"
The swordsman turned toward Tomoyo as she grabbed on to his arm, tears filling her own eyes.
"Please stop," she whispered. "Please."
"Are you enjoying this, Kuro-bozu?" Evron said suddenly, a tone of amusement in his voice. "Are you enjoying torturing the person who hurt your precious little boyfriend?"
The ninja tightened his grip on Sohi, shaking Tomoyo off of him and withdrawing the blade, anger flowing through him unchecked.
"I'm not you," he hissed. "I don't enjoy torturing idiots."
"Then why'd you laugh?"
The ninja froze. He'd… laughed? When?
"Kurogane-sama," Makayla's voice came from his right. The swordsman glanced down at her. The writer sighed and whispered so Tomoyo couldn't hear her, "Just get it over with."
The swordsman nodded, turning back to the teenager, who was cradling his arm, blood pouring from his wound. Evron gazed up at him, a brief flash of fear passing across his face.
He knows this is the end.
The teenager set his face in an expression of grim determination. The swordsman scowled at him.
"No smart ass comments?" the ninja snapped, pointing Sohi at his heart. The blonde grinned at him.
"You honestly think you'll get me this easily?" he laughed. "Try again, Kuro-bozu."
The ninja dodged back as he kicked out, leaping backwards in one fluid motion. Grinning, the swordsman thrust Sohi toward the teenager, nicking his chin as he leaned backward. The blonde hissed sharply as he hit his arm against the rose bush Sohi had previously been entangled in. Seizing the opportunity, the swordsman plunged the blade into his heart.
It missed.
"TOMOYO-HIME!"
A/N; Great, another chapter that ends with Tomoyo getting stabbed. That's so not fair to her. I'm such a meanie to Kurogane-sama.
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