Thanks to my reviewers-
Suna-Tsuki-Koinu- well there are no ninja thingy in thsi fic and no shukaku so no sand...
spellsword666- well it was happy compared to my other chapters.
Blondes-4-naruto- lol thanks! I just couldn't resist to put that cliffhanger though..
Paprika012345- i didn't update soon cuse of my project but i have a long chapter!
becomingthis- i agree he can't die.
YounamemeArika- lol yeah..sorry it took a while to update though.
AzArGuRl- well you know as well as i do my chapters aren't that happy...ehh it didn't come out that way but i hope you liked how it came out!
BrokenHeartAlchemist-WHOOT GO FMA FANS! That's my absolute favorite anime. i haven't watched the movie yet...i don't knwo why..i guess i want to wait for the english version but i probably won't last that long. god the last episode was so sad. if someone didn't cry..they must be tough cuse i broke down and cried so much...lol
Raincurtain- well i hope you like this chapter!
eternalwings15- no problems, school had been keeping me from updating..stupid school.
Black Roses666-OMG YOU'RE THE AUTHOR OF DANCE WITH A SANDMAN! -bows down- lol i like your story butr i haven;t read it since chapter 14...school never gives me the time. i barely read any fanfics anymore...stupid school. well to answer your question...i don't know...i just sit at my computor and play some music then write the first thing that pops into mind.
AUTHOR'S NOTE- okay,I know I haven't updated in a long time butI wrote an extra long chapter this time to make it up to my reviewers.
Chapter 6
"Death in Darkness"
'Shit, Rosuto, that bastard.'
Gaara had seen him and obviously he thought he could take him on. I knew better than that, Gaara had only started to learn how to fight with a sword. Rosuto has been a master for 5 years. I didn't have my sword and I cursed under my breath. I had my darkness but would that be enough? Only if I could…make a sword out of the darkness. Yes, that's what I had to do.
I was going to begin making my sword when Rosuto charged at Gaara. I held my breath and I couldn't shout, my throat was tightly gripped. I blinked but when my eyelids opened, Gaara was still standing. He blocked Rosuto's attack and their swords had clashed head on.
I could see how much Gaara had learned in a short amount of time but he still wasn't strong enough to hold for much longer. I began to call upon the darkness to shape itself and become solid. Shadows came from their natural place in nature and were weaving itself around my sword hand.
When I was done, a brilliant and gallant sword and in my hand. it looked like my old one but it was completely black and it looked a but like Gaara's. The handle was also different. It looked like a wave of darkness and it partially covered my hand, like a shield against any attempts to slice off my hand. The sword also had a dark aura around it. It was like a shadow but more mist-like.
Without thinking, I ran towards Rosuto, he backed away and dodged my attack that was sure to put a hole in his chest. I could hear the muscles in Gaara's body soften, he knew I could defeat him.
"I see you need to jump in and help your boyfriends in his fights." Rosuto sneered.
I never thought Rosuto disliked me, I thought he was following Kashaku's orders. I guess they all hated me, not much of a loss anyway.
"Don't talk to me that way you insignificant bitch." Gaara replied.
I saw a slight twitch in Rosuto's eye. If Gaara won't stop, he'll kill him instead of me. I motioned for Gaara to pull back and he hesitantly did. I believed in honor and so did the Forbidden. An uneven fight showed fear and weakness, something none of us would ever show.
I came at Rosuto again and he counter-attacked, I jumped back and slid a bit. Taking advantage, Rosuto slashed at my head but I ducked, I felt a trickle of blood on the side of my forehead. Rosuto smirked at me but I regained my posture and swung at his feet. He jumped but I doubled back and tried to hit his leg. I managed a cut but Rosuto didn't seem bothered by it. I held up a hand and shadows came towards Rosuto's feet. He jumped out of the whirlpool of shadows.
"Do you think I'd actually fall for that?"
I smiled at him. He hadn't noticed the whirlpool was following him from under. Where he landed, it would suck him in. Before he landed though, he fell sword first and managed to push down on the ground so he could land just outside of it. That whirlpool really caused my energy to deplete so I released the shadows. Then the fight consisted of attempted blows and dodges. Rosuto would swing at me and I would duck of jump, then I would attempt to land a fatal hit but he would move out of the way.
I let my guard down once and Rosuto knocked my sword out of my hand. It clattered and slid 2 feet next to Rosuto. He smiled.
"I like your new sword, who made it?"
I didn't answer. I saw him kneel and pick up my sword in his other hand. This was not a very good thing, Rosuto could handle a sword with both hands. Now he could really land a hit on me. Before he could though, the dark mist that encircled the sword made its way up Rosuto's arm. He dropped his sword and tried to throw mine away, but he couldn't. He started to fidget and scream.
"AHH! Take it off! Take it off! What is this? What the hell did you do Hateshi!"
I gasped as I saw what was happening, the shadow was eating his flesh. It was like acid, the strongest acid. It moved like it had a mind of its own, making it's way over his body. Rosuto was cursing and screaming in pain. All I could do was watch from 10 feet away, watch him die. When it covered his body, he fell to the floor. I ran over but the mist made its way back to encircling the sword.
When it did, Rosuto's body wasn't there anymore. I didn't pick up the sword, I looked at where Rosuto was, where his body was and then at the sword. It seemed to almost laugh at Rosuto's death. It almost begged for more bodies, more blood. I heard Gaara come from behind me and walk slowly to where the sword was.
"What…is that Kusota?"
He sounded worried, like I had commanded that sword to eat up Rosuto in such a disrespectful, crude manner. I went to pick it up; I gripped the handle and felt the cold, solid shadow. The shadow seemed to almost dance on the sword, it seemed happy to have eaten someone.
"I-I…don't…know. I made this word out of darkness but…I didn't know it could do that…"
My throat was tight. It was is if ice was freezing my vocal cords. I felt cold but I didn't shiver. I could feel Rosuto's death inside the sword. I tried to dismantle it, send back the shadows but they didn't. The shadows wanted more blood, more flesh to thrive on.
'I can't- it won't…I can't make the shadows go back."
Gaara looked at me, in a disbelieving way.
"What do you mean?"
I shuddered, my hairs pricked up.
"I can't control this, the shadows in it have a mind of their own."
I could sense them, the shadows coming at me. My heart began to race and the edges of my vision began to blur and gain darkness. The darkness was infecting and filling in where the oxygen was. I felt myself close my eyes and fall to the ground, coughing. I couldn't breathe, only darkness filled my lungs. I was coughing more violently and I heard a distant voice. The voice was asking if I was all right, it was Gaara. I opened my eyes but I couldn't see him, I couldn't see anything. All I saw was darkness.
"Gaara!" I screamed.
He answered his voice far off.
"I'm here, what's wrong?"
I coughed again, wheezing. "I can't…see…you…"
I couldn't speak; I had no energy or oxygen to. My muscles were twitching with pain, they needed oxygen. I laid on the darkness and felt my chest constrict. I rolled into a ball of pain. I kept coughing while I felt a hand on my back. Someone was yelling at me but I couldn't understand what he or she was saying. I couldn't answer either, I couldn't think. Son my consciousness was being pulled away form me. The pain stayed, it was as if I was going into a sleep but I still couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes and my mind was drifting away, like a boat on the sea. My memories and speech were almost torn form me, left with painful pieces.
The painful pieces that were left were of my past home. I was yelling at my brother, I was crying. Rain was hitting my face; I could feel the cold, wet, transparent substance. It dripped from my blonde hair and fell on my arms and on the floor. I was back to that day. I hadn't known Gaara yet and it was raining. I had my blue hair back then too. I felt my clothes stick to me, they were damp and cold. I was sitting at the corner of my block, as I always did. I remembered tomorrow was Valentine's day. I could feel the hollowness of my insides. I had nothing inside.
I walked home because it was 6 o'clock and my mother expected me home for dinner. My mother asked me if I heard about the new boy in town. I cringed then I thought to myself,
'Does she mean Gaara?'
I felt myself drift away as that Kusota was trying to avoid her mother's gaze as she asked if Kusota should become friends with the new boy. Then I saw a hospital room. There were babies in little cribs. I walked up to the glass and read their names. 'Hateshi Tasukete' was the name of one of the little girls. Next to her the nametag was blue to indicate a boy and the boy's name was 'Kashaku Takai'.
I saw four parents walking down the hallway, they couldn't see me. They spoke of their children, how they were going to be friends, how they were going to grow up together. They pointed at my crib and Kashaku's. The woman who was pointing at mine was a blonde. She was thin and her skin was a soft cream color. Almost like mine. The man who held her was a bit tanner, he had dark brown hair and his eyes shined with black eyes. I didn't look at Kashaku's parents. They were giggling and smiling at their babies. I had never seen these people before, but it seemed as if I have seen them before.
The darkness was pulling me away again, I didn't resist. I felt myself falling into a dark abyss. Then I felt the world spin wildly. I opened my eyes, I was staring at a ceiling. It was dark but I could see the outlines of objects. I sat up slowly, it was night out. My lungs were in pain but I could breath. I saw no one else in the room, the other bed was empty. Where was I? I was laying on a bed with the covers over me. I tried to stand up but fell to the floor with a loud thump. The floor was covered in rugs so I didn't hurt myself. I tried to stand again, using the wall. I leaned on the wall but my legs were shaky, as if I was learning how to walk.
My legs became less shaky as I kept walking, I looked around the room. On a table were three sheaths. So three swords were in them. I wondered how dangerous whoever brought me here was. If they have three swords, I'd better be careful. Then the door opened, the hallway had light and I covered my eyes with an arm.
"What are you doing up?" The stranger in the doorway asked. I didn't reply, only some small sounds of harsh wheezing were audible. The stranger closed the door so I couldn't see his or her face clearly. I saw it was a boy, older than I was. His hair was a light color but I couldn't tell what color it exactly was. He led me to my bed and laid me down. I shook my head and he asked,
"You need to rest, do you want water?"
I wanted to ask where I was, who he was. What happened? He brought me a glass form a table near the far side of the room. He laid it on a bedside table next to my bed. It was true I was tired. My muscles ached and my head hurt. I laid in my bed and whether I wanted to or not, my eyes closed and I drifted off. When I awoke, it was day. The sunlight poured in form the windows on the opposite side of the room. The room was fairly large and it was a peach color. The bed was also a bit large, the covers were a light purple. I looked around and noticed my body didn't feel as much pain. I remembered when I had awakened for a little while last night. A strange boy had given me a glass of water but he hadn't told me who he was or where I was. I couldn't ask anyway.
Maybe I still couldn't speak. I tried to utter a word. It came out in a whisper like tone but it was something. My throat was healing. I tried to walk again, this time it wasn't as difficult. I walked around the room and then headed for the door. I turned the knob and opened it. The door opened into a hallway. It seemed like I wasn't on the first floor. There was one other room on the same floor. I walked towards the stairs and slowly walked down. I held on to the handle, I could still tell I was weak. When I made my way down, I saw it was a humble home. There was a family room and a little corridor that led to two other rooms. On the opposite side, was a kitchen and dining area. The floors were wooden but the kitchen and dining area were tiled. The tiles were white with little green borders.
I saw a boy, the boy from last night. His back was to me. He was whitish blue hair. He was tall and slender, I guessed about 5'7". He wore jeans and a dark purple shirt. I walked over to him to see what he was doing. I saw he was trying to cook something. I was about 7 feet away from him when the boy turned around.
"Oh I see you're up. I guess you're also hungry since you haven't eaten in a day. Heh."
The boy was smiling but I couldn't possibly smile back. I know this boy, he had hazel eyes but he didn't seem like the person I knew but there was no mistake. This boy was Nagori, a member of the Forbidden.
