The bloody moon
The three Shiseiten (sp?) were following along a short distance behind the man that had earned their respect and to a certain extent loyalty. The crimson eyed demon Kyo. In the distance there appeared to be a town of some sort that Kyo appeared to be heading for. Akira was still struggling to climb up the cliff face.
"Kyo that brat's still following us." Hotaru told them.
"…" The demon answered.
"He can't keep up with us. Why doesn't one of us go and scar him off?" Bontenmaru suggested.
"Your ugly mug would do that, alright."
" Then why don't you go and tell him, Akari, as you obviously think your better for the task." Bontenmaru countered.
"If Kyo Let's me. Kyo?"
"Leave him."
Meanwhile little Akira was tiring his best to scale the cliff. However all the blond haired boy's efforts were being apposed to by his traitorous body, which was complaining all the way. His limbs were burning they felt like they were on fire and about to fall off. He refuse to let this stop him, he wouldn't give up, not until there was no life left in his small body. Slowly he made his way up the cliff. Suddenly he slipped, his little hands scrambled wildly for a foothold, but to no avail.
Back with Kyo Bontenmaru was trying to convince the others to go back and help Akira.
"If we don't go back and help him, he'll die."
"Kyo must have his reasons Bon, drop it." Akari said.
"Why do you care anyway? " Hotaru added.
"None of you interfere. I picked him up. It's in his hands now. It's his choice, he either catches up or he dies. Simple. It's the only way he'll find strength."
With this they continued walking through the wasteland to the town.
Akira was wildly tumbling past the cliff, but instead of panic, he never once gave up. He thought what would He do? As he fell he continued to grab desperately at the cliff. With a jerk his hands latched onto a protruding rock halting his mad downwards dash. With aching arms and legs he proceeded to drag himself up the cliff. Blocking out everything but the need to continue onwards towards his Saviour. Eventually he pulled himself over the cliff edge, allowing himself to collapse into a heap. Just for a few minutes mind you. He then pulled his tired, aching body up and began plodding as quickly as his tired body would allow towards the figure on the horizon.
A/N Sorry for the short chapter. I have exams at the moment and as the computer at home is down, I can only type this at school between exams. Thanks for reading and please review. Pouts and walks to exam hall. Cue dramatic music