Cale looked at Jessie
and Ryo for a little while. "Good night, Ryo."
Dayus watched Kayura pace
back and forth nervously, as the event of what he said happened sank into
her.
Kayura stopped and looked
at her husband. "How long has Jessie known about Ryo?
"The moment Ryo gave her
Wildfire," Dayus said, "that's what she told us."
"I should have been there."
"They're fine, Kayura."
"And why didn't you wake
me up when you left?" Kayura narrowed her eyes.
"I don't know," Dayus
walked over to the mirror and placed his hands beside it on the wall.
"It didn't have anything to do with you. The three of us brought
Anubis to the palace." You weren't involved until much later, he
thought.
Kayura walked over to
Dayus, putting her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry, Dayus," she
whispered. "I'm just so worried about them."
Dayus turned and pulled
his wife into his arms. "So am I."
"Did Jessie say anything
else?" Kayura asked.
"She's finding it hard
to believe she isn't like Talpa," said Dayus, "I told her she's not anywhere
close."
"Unlike us," said Kayura.
Dayus rested his chin
on top of her head. "Unlike us," he said. But what about the voice
Jessie said she heard in her mind? Dayus frowned for a moment and
then sighed. Probably nothing, poor girl's just stressed out.
If she hears it again, I'll tell Kayura.
"Dayus," said Kayura,
"let's go back to sleep."
"No argument here," he
said. They climbed into bed and fell asleep in each other's embrace.
Kento yawned and stretched
his arms above his head as he walked down the stairs. He was the
first one in the shared room to wake up this morning, much to his surprise--eventually
everyone else's too. Usually Kento was second or third and once in
a great while he'd be the last to wake up, depending on Rowen.
Kento went into the kitchen.
There was Gwen, beating eggs inside a stainless steal bowl with a whisk.
Looking up at the arriver, Gwen smiled. "Morning, Kento," she said. "French
Toast?"
"Yes, please," answered
the Hardrock Ronin as he wiped the drool from his mouth due to the beginnings
of breakfast and Gwen wearing an apron over her pajamas. "Can I help you
with anything?" Kento asked.
"Do you know where the
cinnamon is?"
Kento walked over to the
cabinet to the right of the stove. He took the small plastic jar
out and set it on the table next to the powdered sugar. The moment
Gwen placed the egg bowl on the table, Kento pulled her to him and kissed
her.
"What was that for?" Gwen
asked breathlessly.
"I love French Toast.
I love it even more because you're making it."
Gwen couldn't help laughing.
"I bet you say that to every girl who's cooked a meal for you."
"Just my mother," said
Kento. "And on my birthday."
Gwen smiled, shaking her
head, and then she became serious. "Kento, we have to talk."
"About?" he asked getting
a little worried.
"The other day," said
Gwen, "on the couch."
"Gwen, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean–"
"It wasn't you, Kento,"
Gwen interrupted. "It was me. It was always me." She pulled the chair
out and sat down, staring at the table with a look that made Kento think
she was going to cry.
He grabbed another chair
and sat beside Gwen. "What's wrong?" Kento asked gently.
Gwen picked up a napkin
and started ripping it into little pieces. "I started college right after
I graduated high school," she began. "Joana and Jessie were sophomores
and Casey and Twyla were freshman. I was engaged at the time, but
my fiancé and I were having some problems and…" Tears started down
her cheeks and she wiped them away. "I gave him back the ring and told
him I decided to break it off. He agreed… and took a consolation."
"Oh Gwen," Kento put his
arms around her and pulled her close.
Gwen wrapped her arms
around his neck and sobbed quietly. "I had to tell you," she said between
sniffles. "I knew you would understand."
"It's all right," Kento
whispered. He wanted to tell her that he would take care of her but
she probably heard it all before and still got hurt.
Gwen moved back from Kento's
arms and looked at him. "You had to know."
Kento smiled warmly at
her, and it made Gwen felt safe.
"I guess I better finish
making breakfast," she said.
"Why don't you sit down
for a while and relax," Kento suggested. "I'll finish it for you."
"I don't think so," Gwen
said. "There would be nothing left, and there are nine other stomachs in
this house beside yours."
Kento turned his puppy
dog look on her. "May I have the first one?"
"Just one."
"Thank you."
I'm such a sucker for
that look, Gwen thought; she stood up and walked over to the stove.
"Feeling better?" Dayus
asked.
"Much," answered Jessie,
walking next to Dayus and White Blaze as they headed for the ceremonial
room. "Everyone there already?"
"Except Cale--he had to
take care of something first."
They arrived at the room
and opened the door.
"Jessie!"
"Casey! What are
you doing here?"
"Visiting," the blonde
girl answered. "Why else would I be here?"
To look at a certain
Warlord's buns? Jessie thought. "I don't know, you tell me."
"We're taking turns visiting,"
Casey explained. "So today is my day to visit, tomorrow is Gwen's, then
Joana, then Twyla."
"Nice system you have,"
said Jessie.
"We suggested they draw
straws," Cye told her. "Oh, before I forget, here." He pulled out a small
box from his pocket. "Joana asked me to give this to you."
Jessie took the little
wooden box and opened it. Inside were two small dolls. "Worry Dolls,"
Jessie couldn't help smiling. "Where did she find the time to do these?"
"Well, she had to do something
to keep herself from flipping out," said Casey.
"What are Worry Dolls?"
asked Sage.
"They're made out of tooth
picks, a small bead for the head, and lots of thread," Jessie explained.
"You tell the dolls your worries and then you feel better. Joana
makes these all the time. She made a model of a Spanish village in
high school, and made the dolls for the people."
"That must have taken
a lot of time," Rowen said.
Jessie nodded. "Where's
Cale?" she asked. "What's taking him so long?"
"Just a loose end that
needs to be taken care of," said Sekhmet. "He should be here-"
The floor began to shake
violently making everyone stagger and lean against the wall for support.
"What the hell was that?"
Kento asked.
Jessie looked at the other
Warlords and noticed the extreme worry in their eyes. She walked
to the door, pulled it open, and started running west. When Jessie
reached the corner, Cale fell into her arms.
"Cale!" Jessie cried and
looked him over; he was bleeding from several places and bruises covered
his arms and a large one on the left side of his neck.
"Jess…" he managed to
rasp out.
"It's okay," she said,
putting his right arm over her shoulders. "You'll be okay." Jessie started
back as quickly as she could to the ceremonial room.
"Cale!" Ryo shouted when
they entered and ran over to them. He helped Jessie lay him on the
floor, the Warlord's head resting in her lap. "Oh my God, what happened
to him?"
"He looks like he's been
trampled!" Casey said.
Kayura knelt beside Cale;
placing her hands on Cale's chest, Kayura started chanting. Cale
groaned and opened his eyes, staring blankly at the faces above him.
"Cale," said Sekhmet,
kneeling on his other side. "What happened?"
"Ko…Koku…shibyou…" Cale
managed to say.
"What about Kokushibyou?"
Kayura asked.
"Loose…" Cale's eyes rolled
back into his head and closed, his head falling to the side.
"He's still alive," Jessie
said. "The pain made him black out."
"Kokushibyou…?" said Cye
with wide eyes.
"You said that you had
him locked up!" Rowen yelled.
"We did!" Dayus shouted
back. "Since the day we returned here after everything on the Mortal Realm
was back to normal!"
"Whoa! Back up a
minute!" Casey held up her hands. "Who is Kokushibyou?"
"Talpa's horse," Jessie
told her. "When the Ancient One defeated Talpa and split the Mystic Armor,
Talpa didn't need Kokushibyou anymore; he's been locked up in the stable
ever since."
"He was locked up," Sage
corrected. "Now that psycho beast is running around the Dynasty no thanks
to him!" He gestured to the unconscious Warlord.
"Fine, you feed him the
next time you come here," said Sekhmet.
"Enough!" Kayura shouted.
"Cale's stable, we can carry him. Let's get him somewhere safe and
find Kokushibyou."
Dayus, Sekhmet, Ryo and
Jessie lifted Cale, and everyone followed Kayura to a small room and then
down a set of stairs; the four laid Cale on the padded floor.
"Casey, Jessie," Kayura
looked at the two girls. "Both of you stay with Cale and White Blaze."
"No problem with that,"
said Casey.
"Kayura, I have to go
with you," Jessie said. "Kokushibyou-"
"Kokushibyou is dangerous,"
said Kayura. "He's from the Nether Realm and can't be loose."
"No, he's not from the
Nether Realm! Kokushibyou is as much a victim as you were."
Kayura motioned for the
others to leave. Once they were gone, she turned angry eyes on Jessie.
"There is a very large difference between what happened to me and that
animal."
Jessie shook her head.
"No there isn't," she said. "You both lost family, your life taken from
you, and serving darkness without ever knowing the truth behind-"
"That's enough!" Kayura
shouted; Casey backed away to the corner of the room. "I don't have time
for this, Jessie," the Ancient pointed at her. "Stay here, we'll catch
Kokushibyou and put him back in the stable. Then we'll finish this
discussion afterward." She started up the stairs.
"He has to be freed, Kayura!"
Jessie shouted after her; the door closed and the sound of a bolt sliding
across went through the room. Jessie clenched her fists and let out
a frustrated growl.