~Author's Note~
I'm so soooo sorry! Recently, a particular bastard decided that he could ostracized me just because I retained, the fault was that I didn't have enough conduct percent and the damn PDO insisted that I retain no matter what. Bitch authority high fucktards! Anyone, please enjoy! Now, if only everyone would read the first Author's Note in the beginning, THAT would be GREAT #grumbles bitterly#
Chapter 5:Darkness Kisses Goodbye
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Memory :
The screams were deafening, he decided. The wood creaked, the tapestry torn apart, the concrete walls fell , the flowers withered and turned to ash while he sat observing in the dark. He knew this scenery. So many countless times this dream came to him in nights of empty thoughts and thrown hope.
The sequence was the same.
Men in black charged into the sanctuary, bringing chained monsters in leash and military arms. They start by throwing metal coated grenades and blowing up the first tower, then people would shout.
The creatures; with their glowing red eyes and hungry eyes, body deformed, would growl and bark. They were thirsty for blood, they could smell it and began clawing at air to get their prisoners off so they could chase their meal. The men quietly moved away from the beasts as it was an occurrence to them that once the vile things began to thirst, they would demand freedom to catch their share of blood.
A few more grenades were thrown, bombing the other five towers that were previously standing. One of the men, wearing an angry looking Kabuki mask, raised his hand and saluted, the signal going off.
That's when the screaming began.
The vulture-like creatures were released without hesitation, drool falling down their pointed chins in bloodthirsty hurry as their wadded feet made loud thumping sounds while they ran towards the blown-up remains of what the magnificent church used to be.
The remaining survivors were staring in horror at the approaching beings, frozen, before they ran for their life. He was there too, though he wondered why.
One of them sniffed and turned towards his direction, growling all the while. Red lifeless eyes bore into the similar blankness of his blue eyes but they were very much different, he knew that much. Hunger clashed with unprecedented curiosity.
After minutes of tense silence, the thing approached him closely and the eyes more like him; curious. It sniffed again before suddenly flinching and releasing a loud wail, shaking the ground beneath him.
It began to claw at the air and it's skinless neck began to bulge, looking like a huge lump had been shoved down its abused throat. No sooner had Tetsuya wondered what was happening did the creature squawked loudly, it's massive bony wings flailing in anger.
Tetsuya stumbled and fell onto the dirt, but his eyes never left the bloodshot eyes of the mad vulture-like creatures. His eyes were intense, as if he piercing the unintelligent bird's soul. It flinched and hissed, clawing at the air warningly.
It happened so fast.
So swift.
He didn't know he was this cruel.
His vision was filled with white, shot straight through his system. He felt himself mechanically moving his right arm, stretching his palm before clenching it tightly, as if to blow up the creature and send it back to its soil.
It roared pitifully.
But Tetsuya was too far gone in his induced use of power that he paid no mind to the rain of rotting flesh that had covered him and a good distance in their surroundings.
It kept raining blood and he didn't mind it.
He basked it in insanely glee, enjoying the plight of the other creatures screaming out their agony at their fallen comrade, some did not and worshipped the boy himself by lowering it's head bowing but they were mostly enraged, roars and hoarse squawks filled the air.
The soldier men had all but cheered and began to whisper;harsh and excited. Their looks greedy and filled with mad malice.
Tetsuya did not mind, he was used to it. But affection and dirty greed were far from being friends, unspoken rivals in terms of possessing the human mind to follow their rules. But greed was strong and yet Tetsuya did not sway.
For the sake of the memory of his dead friends that had once filled his days with happiness, for Shiro that had loved him unconditionally and for the two young dark bluenette boys that had never managed to meet Tetsuya, he would not sway for the sake of Shiro, Rin or Yukio.
He had to be brave.
He had to protect both the twins and Shiro, they had already gave him a home and love that could possibly never be obtained. So it was his turn to sacrifice something precious.
The whispers grew hoarse each unbearable minute but the soldiers, though adorned with brave facades, were scared to come near to the silent boy that was still staring at blank space with insane wicked eyes.
Their murmurs became louder, compliments of brutal killing and skills as their awe filled voices pierced the never-ending red night.
"How unusual"
"He's here, the Rare"
"Bring him, make the beasts come here"
"He's a child, he'll make use when he grows"
The men went into hushed whispers once more but it went absolutely quiet when the man in the angry Kabuki mask barked out in a loud raspy voice,
"Move ye god forsaken worshipper! The children of Lucifer's has brought down one from its throne! Surely it is to be celebrated with wine and the luxuries!"
The creature the man had addressed was of different origin between the others for instead of a long duck like beak, it's beak was curved and pointed, thick black horns twisted evilly and it's eyes the color of dried blood; the darkest maroon Tetsuya had ever seen.
It did not move and the man grew aggravated, bringing out a long wooden staff decorated in the head of a mad angry bull, silver spikes glinting, and a tail at the end of the staff for easy access, a torture device no less.
It hadn't even react, and so the man grew frustrated and began yelling out.
"Ye Lucifer's worshipper yet ye not hold his holy child!"
"He has fallen from Heavens, as Lucifer did! But lo and behold, he still remains unscathed, unmarked, and bloodthirsty! A sign for he is the last of ye Lord's children!"
The man grew desperate, for the being was not listening.
"Will ye not carry the Unmarked Child! He has not been spitted or belittled! A Child without the mark of the Lord Lucifer! How joyous! Joyous! For the Lord blessed us, his little child of unknown mind! So heed to ye Lord! Carry the Last Offspring of Lord Lucifer, The Accursed Child, The Birth Of Destruction, The Rare Master! For he will lead ye till ye serve the vile King Of Hell,Hades!"
"March on ye subjects! He is to bless us and grant our enemies misfortune and calamity! So behold, Hail the Fallen Angel Lucifer! For this priceless sacrifice was of meaning and we must not waste it!"
It finally moved and let out a loud shriek of despair. The man in angry Kabuki mask was pleased and let the creature trot over to Tetsuya. Within seconds, the creature was already behind him.
He felt the hard flesh of the monster's sharp beak digging into his shirt and tearing the blood soaked cloth as it clamped it's rough fleshy beak over his back collar. He didn't struggle, knowing it futile and his crushed hope stopped him from doing anything foolish. His current insane mentality was against it as well.
It quickly ran to its master, a broad-shouldered white haired man adorning a slit eyed raccoon mask. He wasn't like Shiro, this man had shoulder length hair that glistened like threads of silver and it was styled wildly, arms wrapped in maroon colored arm warmers and a black short sleeved Mandarin jacket, his legs buckled with black pointed shoes and baggy knee-length pants.
A Grim Reaper.
He knew not why. It was an automatic reaction, he knew of Grim Reapers and that they only existed in the Other plane but this man was surely the Grim Reaper. Instinct had never been wrong.
The vulture dropped him in the man's open arms. He forced himself not to jolt out in surprise as the man's arms immediately encircled his small stature, hugging him and stroking his soft blue strands with unhindered silky hands full of love and affection.
"You know me child, don't you?" he whispered, Tetsuya's blood went warm and slightly sluggish.
He responded by tugging on the man's white tresses that had fallen over his broad shoulder near to Tetsuya's cheek, tickling him. His little hands found refuge in the man's warm skin on skin contact and he had no intention about leaving the warmth anytime soon.
"Grimmu-san"he said quietly, enthusiasm clearly laced in his voice as he felt the man's soothing hands rub comforting circles behind his small pale back that had still gone tense.
"Sleep, little one"
All sensation lost, the last thing he saw was haunting mismatched eyes.
The walls were cold and blank white, it resembles what he felt at the moment. He has never noticed this but now he does, he realizes that maybe...just maybe, his sanity was forcefully being taken away from him. It was evident and he did not want to worry such things; so what if he'd gone insane? It was much better than being a boring ass.
Why would he ask this?
He sighed and ran pale hands in his silver-like white hair, the contrast making his skin look all the more paler than snow. He stopped his thoughts.
Was that possible?
He hooked a leg up and hoisted himself from the bed, deciding that if he didn't have anything better to do then he might as well get everything prepared for class. It was only 5 in the morning and lessons would start in another 2 hours with a side 30 minutes. How stressful.
He walked to the shower quietly, feet padding so quiet that anyone would dismissed it as a hallucination but years of being trained under the brutal sessions of his current refuge managed to hone him into something different, a façade of cruelty and a face of emotions.
After 15 minutes of washing up, he walked to his closet and pulled out a black flak jacket along with a neck sweater, tight but baggy ends of a black Chinese knee-length pants adorned his legs and his favourite shoes; black pointed shoes with white pompoms.
Just as he was to land out of the window, he has never heard of a 'door' and mind you he does know what it is but he absolutely refused to use the door unless it was him going to retire for the night, he heard a loud scream and instantly regret it when he looked towards the door and found a very irate woman glaring holes through his forehead, literally.
He quickly jumped off, not wanting to deal with his ex-teammate.
"HIGARASHI YAKUMO YOU BITCH!"
And he is so glad he ran away, even if it was a cowardly move.
The first rays of sunlight flitted into the room, light calming blue wallpaper glinted slightly orange and tinted pink.
The room was beautiful; orange, blue, green and yellow were it's theme and seemed to glow even if the room's decorations were two years old, for many rather change their style in less than two months so it wouldn't get boring to the eye.
The lone occupant of the room didn't seem to care, shifting indiscreetly in the bed to get a better angle so he could sleep without the accursed sun baring it's brightness onto his face. He didn't want to get up, yesterday was as good as moldy cheese could get and to hell with his mentor , he was exhausted and pent up!
With that in his dream induced state, he buried himself deeper into the mess of soothing green and sky blue blankets, hoping that his mentor wouldn't find him and instead fell asleep quickly.
The space was huge, trees seemed to loom menacingly over each other but the tranquility of the lakes and the growing beauty of flowers, plants and animals alike pacified the dark of the forest. It was a rare quiet and the three wasn't going to ruin it, as their sleeping comrade had thought, yesterday was gruesome and they were sure that their seemingly innocent sensei was a devil in disguise.
The three figures leaned against the decades old oak tree they had so frequented, eyes closed and breathing deeply signaling that they were in sleep. Their tranquility was broken when a crunch of grass and a distinct snap of a twig reached their ears, they were instantly in a battle stance.
"...Che, too slow" Yakumo smirked and gave a toothy grin, the senbon pick wiggling tauntingly as his teeth grinded into the soft wood.
"What was that supposed to mean, Higa-Taichou!" the female of the group shrieked, the boys winced and Yakumo ignored her, making the girl even more annoyed. The boys hadn't known the girl was with them the whole time , ' fuck Karma! ' they thought venemously.
"Why are you here , Sakura? Aren't you supposed to be with Nakura-san?" he said, his polite nature not bothering to mince words since this girl reminded him of that pink bitch in that anime he saw last week so much. In fact, her surname was Sakura Mamabi. A name she resented her mother for.
"Nakura-san has a day off today and he said I could hang out with Renma today" she purred out the name and tried to roll the vowels seductively but it only made her sound like a drowning bitch in heat.
He saw his pupil flinch and mentally felt sorry for the boy, knowing how much Renma hated Sakura and her clingy ways of sticking herself to his arm.
He knew for a fact that Nakura-san was probably out because Sakura must've poisoned him with mild paralysis poison again, the man never takes days off and he wouldn't be surprised if the kind man would snap at Sakura and demote her from being his apprentice for slipping poison into his food/medicine. Again.
He sighed, Renma gave pleading looks to his sensei and he was ready to wring the stupid bitch's neck if she doesn't stop in...
One...
"Renma,Renma! Let's go! It's probably getting boring here since all you guys do is train right?" Sakura stated, her giggling on full high today. Renma hissed but Sakura mistook it as a sound of appreciation, making her ego inflate.
Two...
Renma wouldn't budge from his current placing near the tree and Sakura pouted, trying to entice her with her lips, but it screwed her face up even more and her pudgy face became blotchy. Renma and his other friend grimaced at the ugly picture.
She swayed her hips and stuck her ass into the air, the fat muscle jiggling. She became even more disturbing as she kneaded her surgical buttocks before coming to touch her bouncing barely A-cup breast. She giggled at Renma's wide eyed look of horror along with the green haired boy next to Renma, still in her delusions of Renma enjoying the view she gave.
THREE!
Yakumo growled and was about to give the bitch a piece of his mind but the satisfying scene stopped him. He smirked darkly as his favorite child started to torture the pink slut in his place.
Licking his lips cruelly, he sat down and enjoyed the show his child had prepared for him and snickers audibly.
Renma and Kentarou silently appreciating the help of their friend before the older girl had gone too far. Renma and him were only 9 and the bitch was like 16! What could she possibly want from a kid! She must be a pedophile! The stupid ass slut...
Tetsuya had woken up three hours late but he didn't care, Yakumo would understand since the pale haired boy had very weak stamina despite his strong blows. Dressed in a white scarf, sleeveless maroon vest and black short pants, feet bare along with the lingering scent of the vanilla shampoo he frequented, night ocean breeze with strong hints of musky honeydew and crushed oranges.
He walked out into the halls with the cold kissing his bare feet, but he didn't mind as he preferred walking barefooted because it made his training all the more easier, the fact that every human or animal alike couldn't conceal their footsteps when the soil spoke loudly of them.
The cold marble floors and colorful spray painted walls turned into the clear forest he had grown to love. Mood lifting, he went deeper into the welcoming trees and found his friends with Yakumo at their usual spot beneath shades of the Oak tree.
Anger boiled in his stomach.
Sakura. Again.
How infuriating.
"Care to explain why and how did Miss Mamabi end up like this?" disgust was evident in Nakura's voice and despite his politeness in berating them, he couldn't hide his anger and disappointment at his disciple for her actions.
Tetsuya gave a low grunt and glared at Nakura with knowing eyes and purple eyes flinched at the silent answer. Nakura gave a huff in return and avoided those piercing blue eyes filled with nothing but hate for his cherry blossomed-haired apprentice. He could understand why though but he could never get why he never got to rebuke or throw the stupid girl out of his vicinity.
She had been a street prostitute before he took her in when she was 14, so why would he be sorry if he did? She could survive the streets as she did all those years ago. If she didn't, then all his time spent taking care of her would be a waste and he didn't care, the bitch had been ungrateful and that's what she'll get in return for trying to poison him with paralysis almost every time.
"I'll kick her out, fine, but you three, Renma, Kentarou and Yakumo have to clean the forest- No buts, Ren-kun. Ah ah, put that back where it belongs, Yakumo-chan. I wouldn't do that if I were you, those belong to Rashid, and I doubt you want an African man running at you with the intent to kill do you?" Nakura chastised when Renma made a move to retort and Yakumo tried to to bring down the large spearhead that had hung near the tapestry but failed when he gave a screech and promptly dropped the weapon, knowing how dangerous Rashid had been.
The intricately woven metal dropped down to the with a loud 'clang!' and Yakumo glared at his childhood friend-turned-Superior for startling him. Nakura grinned when his best friend gave him the stink eye and Yakumo could feel his right hand twitching dangerously to his left pouch, wanting to wipe the smirk off his friend's irritating smug face. He almost succeeded if it hadn't been his cursed luck to stare at his sky haired student by accident.
Renma and Kentarou looked curiously up to their mentors face when his right hand stopped it's destination but the appendage still twitched, hinting that the cruel yet lazy man would deal with their purple eyed, red haired superior later. They turned to look at Tetsuya, because heck if it wasn't the fact that Nakura-taichou was annoying their teacher then it'd be Tetsuya. The epitome of an overexaggerated piece of enigma that couldn't be fit or placed into pieces of simple puzzle pieces.
What met their questioning look almost made them nosebleed and their nether regions stood to attention unknowingly.
Tetsuya's bottom lips were moisten and jutted out to reveal a luscious looking pout that looked both innocent and sinful, his hair was messed up deliciously as if he had been awaken from a sex-crazed stupor, his maroon vest parted slightly, revealing the pale ivory skin underneath the appealing white singlet he donned and if they hadn't notice earlier, his feet were barefoot (a rare occurrence) and the glow of it contrasted perfectly against the grayish pale marble floor.
"Yakumo-sensei?Renma? Kentarou?"
The trio didn't snap out of their imaginative state even as Tetsuya's soft hand waved in front of their faces, in fact they seemed to delve deeper into their fascination and were practically drooling. As they swam into their fantasy,they left a very worried Tetsuya fussing over them and an amused, but protective, Nakura watching.
And that was what the scene a certain African-Japanese man had walked in on.
Present:
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Electric blue eyes fluttered close as the cold whipped angrily around him and the little white droplets of snow piled on his dark shaggy black hair, his jaw rested comfortably on a small visible tuft of light blue hair that looked as if *Kami had taken a tube from the sky and molded it onto the little boy in his arms itself. Lifting his arms a little so his charge could wiggle on his lap to find a more comfortable position to sit on the man's bulky legs, not that he minded.
The house was a family sized, the owner having previously migrated to America with his family of six but it was comfortable and homey, and it was big enough to house at least eight people. The exterior reminded him of a typical Japanese home, the walls plastered with designs of calming green and the floor boarded with soft cherry wood and the interior well furnished, all the necessities provided even before they stepped foot into the beautiful house.
The past few days were ridden with resentment and yet loving moments with the little survivor currently cuddling into his burly arms, sleeping soundly without care of what the world will inflict with; be it words, physical pain or the dose of immense right now, that didn't matter to the man. All he knows is that he won't let the refuge know of Tetsuya's survival or anything related to that wretched place.
He looked down onto the gentle features of sleep on pale skin, breaths even and eyelids firmly shut.
'If only God wasn't so stupid, and if Fate wasn't such a fickle mistress and Destiny wasn't so selfish to indulge in the acts of human torment, then maybe you would've lived a normal life with your family, Tetsu'
As much as he wanted to cleanse the blood spilled for Tetsuya, he knew that wasn't even possible. The child was still innocent and he had never killed, despite his training regiment in the Death the child was too naive, if he didn't spill blood... Then blood would be willingly spilled for him. Yakumo had made sure of that. When Tetsuya hadn't been ready to kill, Yakumo would finish it for him and the platinum blonde, almost silver-white haired man,didn't care that he suffered the consequences as dire as they were. As long as it was for the emotionally scarred boy, he knew Yakumo would do anything.
Even his pride.
As soon as his musings were cut off, the sound of feet padding across the tatami floors reverberated and gave him the warning of his companion coming. So he sat still near the perch of the sliding doors, rocking a ten year old Tetsuya to sleep and the feel of foreboding bubbling in his usually quiet heart. He didn't want him to get anymore heartaches, so he knew this would be the best. At the age start of five, Tetsuya had already lost someone close to a mother, then at the latest of being a 8 year old he had lost a whole church full of people and now...
He lost his heart.
"Rashid, it's time" the bell like voice said and Rashid looked up, his heart clenching painfully. Sad gold eyes showed pity and he nearly growled; he did not need to be pitied, damn it! He looked at the soft faced boy one last time before bending down to whisper briefly into his ears. Rashid didn't know if he would remember or not but that wasn't an issue. His companions' gold eyes peered with curiousity as he watched the usually emotionless man mutter into the boy's ear, his electric blues flashing with swirling different types of emotions once in awhile.
Finally, the boy was transfered to his arms and he took off swiftly, the man left behind in dust.
"Screw this and I'll kill you... Even if you're my friend, Kise Hajime"
I'm so sorry for the nearly two months delay! I'll post next weekend since I'll be in Malaysian for awhile and can't update! Please review!
Constructive criticism is welcomed and suggestions are always open for accepting!