Kuroi no Mahou
Pyromania
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It was the hour before the sun sets. Sanae suggests a road to the airport. While the three sneak in, Sanae distracts guards and such.
Finding Genzo's plane was a piece of cake. Emblazoned on the side of the pursuit plane, Tsubasa recognizes the W trademark. What the three can't handle was to how to pilot it… Matsuyama remembers standard private procedures from a movie he saw and says that private planes can be sent off without permit—but with license. This very pursuit plane is an exact replica of the ones the Japanese used in World War II, and it proves itself as a very much-needed plane. With a large tank and 100 miles per hour, they'll be in Germany before the sun rises in Japan time.
Tsubasa heaves himself under the thin pursuit plane while Matsuyama and Taro were snuggled within the cockpit. Grumbling, Tsubasa gives a powerful stroke of wind with his wings, as the two triggers the engine. Up and running, Matsuyama pulls down a pair of goggles, high tech microphones, and latest headphones for him and Taro. Though he finds it odd that the inside of the plane felt so advanced than how it looked from the outside.
" This is so fun!" chuckles Taro excitedly as he toys with his goggles and taps his headphones.
Matsuyama smirks to himself as he pulls down the microphone in front of his mouth, he murmurs " Testing, testing. Do you clearly hear me, Taro?"
With the loud wind billowing outside, Taro hears Matsuyama from the headphones; he too pulls down his microphone and responds in a sardonic military manner " Loud and clear, Hikaru!"
Matsuyama rolls his eyes as he triggers a stick, which made them fly right. Under the both of them, Tsubasa suffers terribly. His wings were being dragged by the unwavering wind and his hair dishevels on his face. Preparing to let go, he urged a strong gust and lets go of the plane's foot—which quickly withdrew from its place to settle within the lower area of the plane.
" Taro, generate the jet-propelled thrusters—it'll provide us sufficient speed to make it to Germany in 2400 hours." Ordered Matsuyama as he clicks off a few of the buttons—some pretty unknown and some he can barely read.
Taro responds " Roger that, Commandant Pilot Hikaru!" then he thrusts down a red lever—which suddenly throws Taro a bit off of his seat. " Say, what about Tsubasa!"
" The boy can take care of himself, Taro." Matsuyama throws a look behind him and sees Tsubasa tailing them—apparently able to match their rapid speed.
Meanwhile, in the Hamburg Dormitory for boys, Genzo scrambles to his room and locks it immediately as soon as he settles in. Within this room is a double deck bed, a tall lamp beside the bed, and a table parallel to it. In a rumbling noise of Genzo's hype footsteps, Genzo's roommate, Dieter Muller, awakes in a startle.
' Genzo, what's going on?' he sleepily asks in muffled German.
Genzo mildly hyperventilates while replying ' Muller! Schneider—he—get—ting—weird! He's—doing—magic! Err, what's wrong Muller…?'
Muller went silent, as he glanced down on the floor. Genzo kneels down and arches an eyebrow seeing his roommate's eyes reflect concern. Finally, Muller replied in an impassive voice ' Genzo… Please escape from Germany—right now…'
Genzo only gapes in reply ' What? Why?'
' Don't ask! I'm just being merciful before Schneider orders me to kill you…'
The Japanese goalkeeper slowly backs away to the wall—" No… Schneider wants to kill me…?' his voice bewildered completely.
Muller's eyes only contained pity as he grabbed an unknown and simple pole stick from the ground. Suddenly—a violet aura surrounded Muller. Then, the windows blasted open, with the shards flying everywhere. Genzo was to shocked to take cover…
Muller clenches the pole with both of his balled hands, he slowly chants off a prayer to Satan…
God of Hell, let thy existence prove worth… Let thee invoke thy blight and whim! I call forth thy weapon of darkness— Maelstrom!In one whipping sound of the wind—Muller eyes glowed a violent purple and black… With a black wind and violet fog, the pole slowly morphs into a black pike… With its head like a silver spear and its body like thin bamboo…
Without Genzo noticing—the sharp pike pierced his left thigh… Letting out an infuriated cry, Genzo was on his knees, clutching his thigh. Another cry escaped his throat as his face flushed of fear and imminent anger… he slowly stood, and saw the pike only inches away from his face. Genzo then smirks weakly ' Are you sure you want to kill me, Muller?' ' I'm not afraid, Genzo. Do you want me to prove it?' replies Muller emotionlessly. Genzo only closes his eyes as Muller pulls a throaty laugh ' Sacrificing your life so soon? You will regret succumbing to Lucifer!'Genzo suddenly smiles and runs toward the window… In the process—jumping out…
Muller gasps as he heads toward the window and finds no Genzo anywhere. There was nobody down and from side to side. Growling, inside he knew he was just taking it easy for him…
Behind a couple of trees, Genzo stifles another cry while hanging aimlessly on the branch. The trees were huge to be seen from Muller's point of view. Genzo stupidly rasps a laugh while clutching his injured thigh… It was fairly deep—but very painful… Then, he starts to think. Why on earth would Schneider want to kill me? What have I even done wrong in soccer practice?
Suddenly, his eyes started going blurry. He feels his leg still hurting, but he couldn't just fall asleep with a wound like that wide open. He tears off a piece of his sleeve and ties it around his thigh. Then, he puts a relaxed hand over it. Slowly—all the memories of the past flew in his mind. People always say—that when you know you're about to die, memories of your past will come in your mind…
" I…want to…go to…sleep…" murmurs Genzo while his free right hand lowers his cap and his eyes gradually closing…
In the trip, the plane was in autopilot, going to Germany. Taro was deeply slumbering whereas Matsuyama can't sleep a wink. Looking from behind, he can tell Tsubasa was daringly facing air currents—and they'll arrive in Germany hours later. But—how can he talk to Tsubasa? He looks at an array of buttons in front of him and warily pushes a few, trying to find the loud speaker. Seeing one red button on the side, he pushes it and says " Testing, testing. Can you hear me, Tsubasa?"
From the window, he sees Tsubasa weakly putting thumbs up. Matsuyama clears his voice and says, " Can you still handle it, Tsubasa? I mean—it's going to be hours flying like that."
Tsubasa simply nods and then flies over the plane and is visibly sitting at the overhead of it. Matsuyama cocks an eyebrow and smiles to himself. Turning off the microphone, he shifts the plane in autopilot as he too succumbs to sleep in his seat. It plainly gave Tsubasa the idea that he'll be scouting when in a few hours it'll be Taro's turn then Matsuyama's.
Looking from the distance, Tsubasa groaned. " It's going to be a long night…"
But from above, the stars were radiant… The moon was gloriously white… He remembers Sanae all of a sudden and flushes pinkly. But then, inside him ached a different feeling, a certain reaction that he ignored for years. It was ignited powerfully when he met Sanae. He wasn't obsessed, and obviously not craving. Suddenly, his head cleared when he saw the bottom… mountains and mountains of earth… " I think we're just above China…"
His wings suddenly reacted—spreading and luminous, Tsubasa gritted his teeth… He clearly has no use for his wings yet, for if it was gone, the violent air currents will come back. So, as regains little energy, he leaps off of the airplane and dived beneath the bulbous clouds. But unfortunately, his wings took a bit of time before it responded—for he almost found himself diving down to the ground. He slingshots back up to the clouds and tried to catch up with the speeding pursuit plane…
Giving a loud yelp, he found himself passing upwards the plane, farther away. He rebounds and soars for the plane. With much enthusiasm for his wings, it gives him no weariness at all. Smirking, he speeds up until he passed the plane. Grinning some more, he ponders that he should go first. With one blast of a turbulent wind, he was off. Faster like a spin of a twister, he laughs in great gusto as he feels the winds trying to catch up with him.
Tsubasa never felt this free before… He literally is soaring with the clouds like a bird, with no casts or bondage… and no trouble. But he knew—he had to find Genzo soon. Inside him, he had this desperate and new feeling. It was nothing like the first feeling he felt thinking about Sanae. This one's about his magic. This force kept pounding in him. He also felt this in his sleep when Taro was in danger. The closer he's getting to Germany, the more the feeling increases. Pretty much with this, he can clearly navigate where Genzo was.
" Taro can also sense this by now…" mutters Tsubasa inaudibly.
From the pursuit plane—Taro bursts panting in his sleep. Quickly opening his eyes, he scans the background to find Tsubasa, but no pair of wings was seen. But, from a glorious streak of clear clouds, he knew he headed that way. Turning off the autopilot, he strains the controls and clears off the navigation—following to where Tsubasa was headed.
Coursing against the wind, Taro bursts the thrusts of the plane fully—until they were too, flying at enormous speed.
Matsuyama slowly awakens to find Taro in routing. " Taro! What the heck are you doing?"
" I can—sense Genzo! Let me do this, please!" answered Taro back, bothering to steal a glance.
Matsuyama then looks around and found no Tsubasa " But where's Tsubasa?"
" He's ahead. I think he also senses it."
" What it? Taro, you're not making any sense." Said the confused Matsuyama in vain as Taro never heard and just sped the plane.
With his blood nearly boiling, Matsuyama grapples on the headphones and slits the microphone in front of his mouth. " Taro! What's IT? Why am I not sensing any too!"
" Wait, please? I'm having a hard time turning this plane!" replies Taro with great persuasion as he turns and twists in his seat. " That can wait!"
Matsuyama glares profoundly and shifts the navigation in balanced control as he too turns the thrusts on and controls the joystick in front of him with mediocre proficiency.
From afar, Genzo opens his eyes. Turning his cap up, he founds his left eye bleeding… " Damn it…"
He clutches his bleeding eye for a while before thinking of a way to stop the bleeding. He has already lost enough blood to make him numb. But, luckily, he found himself awake. He maneuvered the trunk and slid off and felt the grass beneath his feet. Then, with a disinclined try, he sped off the mass of trees and to a field.
" Ugh, why won't it stop!" pants Genzo haplessly, poignantly engrossed with his eye. Being half afraid of wearing a monocle, he literally tore off his glove and compressed it beneath the wound.
From afar, he can vaguely hear German from a few uncertain people—but some are barely recognizable… He was just too afraid to place the names that now bore a hole in his head. Now, he was limping horribly which lessened the speed and exhausted his energy to the maximum. He only had his determination… From the looks of it, Schneider's just going to make me suffer much more terrible than this… Genzo shudders.
Finding a visible long branch beneath the grass, Genzo all too weakly slipped off of his awkward balance and grabbed it. Now, with a help of the branch, he felt awfully handicapped—with his left eye bleeding to the extent and his left thigh critically dead due to exhaustion.
" This beats—shit!" Genzo cursed as his ankle groans from pain.
From afar, he can noticeably hear them. Genzo literally dragged his feet across the plain grass while all the more hanging onto the twig—deeply wishing for it not to break in half due to the pressure he's dealing it.
Then, as the voices went nearer, Genzo can blatantly hear Schneider's voice—then Muller's… He gasped. Inside his head—he continuously screamed for his life. If Muller can injure him without heed, what about Schneider's case?
Now cursing inwardly—he knew he was no match…Purposely, he felt himself descend on the ground… And with a dull thud of his body, he was down on the grass. He closed his eyes, feeling all the pain closing in on him. And now, his whole body froze rigid…
Then, he can feel people within his reach… He can feel their clean and malicious smirks burning behind him. And then, a startling laugh came from the Captain of the German team. ' Ha, ha, ha. I can't believe it! He actually let himself get caught?'
' Cousin, I think he's alive. Let's kill him for good.' Spoke another voice in a mild German accent—small and unpleasantly bratty.
' No. Not yet. I still have to bait Tsubasa and his friends… A couple of great grandfather's demons spotted them in the China region, and they're heading here fast.' Spoke Schneider in a rather bleak yet thrilled tone.
Genzo's eyes blurred open, at the sound of Tsubasa's name. Tsubasa… You're going to come here for me?
' In the meantime—torture him, Elsa.'
Genzo flashed a traumatized expression as the word resounded despondently within Genzo. Now, it was fortunate for Genzo that they didn't catch his expression…
But… Soon, as they were about to lift Genzo—a gust of wind billowed behind them.
" Let go of him, Schneider!"
That voice… Genzo couldn't help but smile at the sound of the voice—but—his mind was too lightheaded to put that name in. But he knew clearly it was someone near but too far to reach to…
Then, setting aside the nauseous feeling, he bawled without thinking " TSUBASA!"
All of a sudden—he heard multiple voices. Then he was down on the floor. Loud steps were heard but all of it blurred at the earsplitting sound of a plane just near. When a blast of light intercepted all of the darkness that reared in. Genzo felt the pain go numb as he violently tried to move.
Then, he felt a warm hand grab his reaching one… And as if a miracle happened, his sight all blurred into a blinding light.
Then it was darkness once more.
A groan escaped his throat.
Before anybody knew what was happening, Genzo happened to slightly blink his eyelids. But, as Genzo's vision cleared—he felt something missing… Something essential.
Genzo inwardly startles and haplessly clutches his face with his bandaged hand. Then—a patch was felt over his left eye. A startled shout was heard all over the room.
" MY EYE! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY EYE!"
Taro stifles a gasp of surprise to what Genzo's first reaction was. Matsuyama grimaced at the deafening bawl of the goalkeeper—all because of his left eye.
Tsubasa reared near Genzo, calmly trying to shake him to full perception. " Genzo! Calm down!"
Glancing all over the room, he flashed hotly at Tsubasa. " Where the heck am I? Where's Schneider! What the fuck's happening to me!"
Matsuyama groans a reply for Tsubasa's sake " You're in the hospital in Japan. Schneider's in Germany, and you are still injured. And that's just a God-forsaken eye patch, so shut up before the nurses burst in this room to give you a lethal silent inoculation."
Genzo shoots a glare at Matsuyama, but the Furano captain deftly avoids it. Then he shot an eye at Tsubasa " What happened? How did you get out of that predicament? I knew I was almost dead and all…"
Tsubasa smiles reassuringly and replies with great innocence " You were asleep for the past few days. I mean—it's been hard to explain it all to you. What you saw with Schneider—and about me."
Then—as the three started to explain, Genzo felt lightheaded all the more. He wasn't sure what to believe. But it wasn't only Tsubasa who told him… Schneider did first. So he was able to catch most of what they said.
" This is unbelievable—but true as to what I've seen." Mumbles Genzo loud enough for the three to hear. " I—err—saw Schneider's Black Magic. I guess I was lucky, 'cause I heard I'm going to be bait for you three!"
Genzo focuses then on his condition—he makes an intolerable grimace. " Me—how can I… be a chosen one if I just freaked out a while ago… and with this! This—this thing! How can I be accurate!"
Tsubasa thinks for a while of what thing Genzo said. But it was clear to the other two that it was the eye patch… Yes, the three pitied Genzo's condition, but—if the eye dilemma was permanent, it may bear a large hole in Genzo's looks and grave pride…
Suddenly, the nurse barged in. She approached Genzo and smiled " You are one lucky fellow. It was good that you have good friends to rescue you."
Genzo arches an eyebrow as the three behind the nurse grin. The nurse clutches Genzo's mildly scathed face and slowly takes off the eye patch. The three peered curiously behind the nurse.
It was nearly seething with redness and the eye color seemed to differ a hue of gold streaked with black… Taro stifles a weight pounding within him.
" Don't worry, boys. If Wakabayashi-san takes time to gradually heal his eye, he can recover its original color. But, it depends on the Optical Clinic whether it'll take him to use eye drops or a monocle."
" M-monocle?" stutters Genzo fearfully.
The nurse smiles and repeats " Yes, monocle. An eyeglass for one eye." She takes her time taking the data of Genzo's present condition. Then she takes an eye dropper and slips a few drops in Genzo's eye, in the process, she wraps up a bandage around Genzo' eye. After a few seconds of telling Genzo's immediate schedule and follow-ups, she briskly slips out of the room.
" Don't worry, Genzo. I'm sure that you'll do well for an owner of White Magic!" laughs Tsubasa, which was short-lived, seeing the heated expression on Genzo's face.
" Tch. I'll look like a magician in a birthday party if I were to wear a monocle. At that time, I remember jumping out of the window. Then one brief moment of dull pain with my eye, it disappeared. I remember it came back when I felt my eye bleed."
Matsuyama suddenly slips in the discussion " Sorry to be offensive, but I think you grew yielding and timid, Genzo. I simply couldn't feel the heated passion of you pride almost anywhere near you."
All of a sudden—a burst of fire engulfed Genzo's eye. A temperature was rising all around him and he scowls angrily " What do you mean yielding and timid! I feel contrary to what you said!"
Taro hides an amused smile. He patently knew that it was Genzo's ego speaking for him. Unexpectedly, Tsubasa cups Genzo's hand and Taro's. Suddenly, a light luminous than before flashed within the room… Matsuyama couldn't bear the brightness that he closed his eyes completely.
The brightness then dimmed. It was actually proof of them being the three of the Fujutsu holders. The more they are, the more it brightens.
" Thanks a lot for saving me, Tsubasa." Thanks Genzo, his true mind now speaking in behalf.
Tsubasa nods his head as he then, speaks " I recall fragments from my dream. It was—near… The powerful feeling was so near…"
The Furano Captain suggests adroitly " Then, the next one must be within Japan. But to be honest, it must be within the city."
Genzo and Taro nods respectively as Tsubasa continues "…Then… I remember one sort of thing…"
The three went nearer Tsubasa—the suspense distinctively killing them. Tsubasa heaves an honest breath.
" A tiger prowls beneath the battlefield with its fellow acquaintance…"
Tsubasa gasps at his own words while the three gaped. There was only one person whom they can describe to be the next…
Kojiro Hyuga of Tohou…
To be continued…
A/N: finally done! After being caught up in the madness of Full Metal Alchemist—I was shock when I found myself not continuing this story! Because if I don't, I feel like I'm betraying my readers! Anyways, the NEW Captain Tsubasa is coming on May 15 already! So soon! By then, I'll be updating at full speed! Because I so love INSPIRATION!
Author's love inspiration and absolutely hates writer's block. I desperately need something to stop it from engulfing me! Errm, I guess I'll try Dan Brown's way. Hanging upside down? Sounds fun.
And lastly—for all who watch Full Metal Alchemist—ROY MUSTANG IS MINE, I TELL YOU! HE'S MINE! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ahem, Please Review and I apologize for my sudden outburst even if it's definitely true…
