The Fire Deep Inside...
Chapter 2...Fire Born
"You may now kiss the bride."
Passionate.
True.
Pure.
All words to discribe the kiss they then shared.
A kiss the bind their love for eternity, until broken apart, and even beyond that.
Starting now, and ending when forever ends.
It was now Mr. Toshiro Tohomiko and Mrs. Sayuri Riksurka Tohomiko.
These two now shared the bond of love, and now, they were out to celebrate.
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Sayuri smiled as Toshiro carried her bridal style into their hotel. Once they got into the room, Toshiro fell to the bed softly with Sayuri still in his arms.
"I love you..." she whispered as she kissed him fiercely.
"I love you too..." he said just as they drew back for breath.
Toshiro waited anxiously with his wife. The year-old couple went to the best doctor in Tokyo to see if his beloved Sayuri was pregnate.
The doctor came out with a clipboard, a wild grin soon appeared on his face after he saw the two.
"Congradulations! (spelling sucks I know) You're going to be parents!"
Sayuri and Toshiro jumped up quickly and hugged each other, both close to tears.
"Toshiro! We're going to start a family!" she cried out as she clung to her husband.
"It's going to be great." He smiled back at her.
8 months 2 1/2 weeks pregnate
"Sayuri, are you sure you should be doing this?" Toshiro asked, very worried as they climbed the steap, but sturdy rocks.
"The doctor said the baby would be a little late, so...I should be fine, shouldn't I?" she smiled as she gripped a rock a little higher up.
"You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?" he sigh.
"Nope." She laughed as the went on.
Time past as they made their way up the rocky hill. The sun drifted from one side of the sky to another, as if it were being painted across, and off under the mountains so there was only starlight left. Wonder had filled them as they walked back down the other side, agreeing that they would one day make sure they brought the soon-to-be daughter to that very same spot.
She had stopped, and he had wondered where she went.
"Sayuri?" he stopped aswell, but didn't turn back.
"Toshiro...My water broke!"
"Wh-what?" he studdered now turning around to face his wife.
"Toshiro! My water broke!" she snapped.
That was one thing about Sayuri...as sweet as she was, she had a bad temper, giving her a trait that screamed hot head.
"Okay, come with me!" he grabbed her arm but she wouldn't move.
"Toshiro...my water broke! I can't just run to the car!" she called out, scared now.
"Okay, Umm, well..." he trailed off, digging in his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and press 9-1-1.
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"Yes...My wife...She's having a baby! Her water broke! We were climbing the 'rocky mountains!' We're just coming down from the other side! Please hurry!" He hung up the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. He then took Sayuri's arm layed her on the ground.
Soon, someone came to bring her to the hospital.
Once again...that comsuming word came upon him...
Time...
He didn't know how long it had been since he had to leave the room, but all he had heard her say last...
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"Toshiro! No matter what happens! I love you!"
"Sayuri! My sweet, sweet little lily! I love you too!" Toshiro had just called before being dragged out.
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He shook his head...What had she meant 'No matter what happens.'
Must be some sort of thing only woman would know about! He rolled his eyes at his such middle school thoughts.
He sat down and looked at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing on the face of the earth, therefore, he didn't hear the doctor come out.
He cleared his throat, and that finally made Toshiro look up.
"Mr. Tohomiko. I'm happy to say...congradulations! It's a little girl! You may come in and see your wife and newly born child!"
He burst through the doors as quietly as you could for bursting, and rushed over to the bed.
Toshiro saw his wife smile weakly at him.
"What will you name her?" Toshiro asked.
"Oh, but we both have to name her!" she said in a weak whisper.
"No...you pick..." he smiled.
"How about...Kimiko..."
"Kimiko Tohomiko. I love it!" He smiled widely at her, but for the first time...he saw the loss of spark in her eyes. "Sayuri...what's wrong?" he asked, very confused.
"Toshiro...I...Love...You..."
"Sayuri?"
"Say...you...love me...too...Toshiro I'm going...to...die...I'm sorry..."
"Sayuri...please! What's wrong! I don't understand! Don't leave! I love you too much! And I won't be able to raise her by myself! Not as well as she would deserve it!"
"Mr. Tohomiko...I am willing to inform you on what has happened as soon as you are ready. I shall be right outside the door."
"Sayuri! Say something, please!"
"To...sh...iro...I...Lo...ve...you..."
He gaped at her as he saw the last of the wonderous spark leave her eyes.
Sayuri Tohomiko.
She died just after child birth.
She died with her new born child in her arms.
Her last words were I love you...to her true soul mate.
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Toshiro Tohomiko.
He was robbed of his soul mate just after his only daughters birth.
He put it as a way of, you lose something important, you gain something important.
But the loss of his wife...oh so beloved wife...he couldn't describe the pain he felt.
He didn't believe he could raise Kimiko as they decided to call her, just before her mother died, into the wonderous girl he and Sayuri hoped she or he would become.
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Sayuri was thirty-six when she died. And that horrible, yet blessed day...
Was April 30th.
It was almost as if Sayuri poured her life, and combined it into Kimiko's, because...one's death, is another's birth.
Eight Years Later...
Kimiko raced down the hallway, her feet making such a quiet noise, no one would have heard her coming. That is, if anyone was there.
She didn't truly know where she was going, or even...where she was.
All she knew was that she was running down a carpeted hallway, and she was very, very scared.
She could hear a crackling noise. Strangly, it was coming from behind her, or...perhaps even at times, right at her sides, but...whenever she looked back or down, there would be nothing there.
That was possibly, the thing that scared her the most.
She really didn't know what else scared her. There was just a very odd crackle. Like fire maybe...
But being only eight...she couldn't tell...
She stopped, dead in her tracks.
Hot, salty tears began to pour down her face.
"This just can't be real!" she cried to herself, but really, she didn't know if she could promise herself that.
Suddenly, the crackling started again.
Kimiko couldn't move. She could barely breathe let alone move. She slowly, but surely looked down at her hands that she brought away from her side.
They were glowing a bright orange.
Her eyes widened and she whimpered. She knew that glow. It was the start of a fire...
The flames burst into her palms and her eyes widened even more than before. Soon, the fire began to spread, but now toward her, just extending.
"The fire has a mind of it's own, do not let it burn you down! The fire has a mind of it's own, do not let it burn you down!" There was a voice, who kept repeating this, over and over again.
Kimiko opened her mouth to scream as the fire was all over the wide hallway. It was very close to her, but all she could see was the orange flames dancing about.
For some reason, she oddly...around this fire...felt comfortable. It was...calming to be around.
But soon, the fire turn rapid, and it began to burn. It didn't hurt her...rather...it didn't yet, it was at the point where it was to hot to stand, but not hot enough to burn very bad.
It turned rapid and she knew now she couldn't be comfortable around it. She could smell it, breathe it tasting the flames. She could also hear it and feel it, and of course see it. It was all over, and inside her head of course.
Her mouth opened once again.
A blood curdling scream emerged, but all the fire vanished, and there was Kimiko.
She was lying up in bed panting, and was very scared it wasn't all just a dream.
Soon, the familiar light turned on and her father ran in.
"Kimiko! Are you alright?"
"Yes...yes I'm alright." she breathed.
"Are you sure?" he went and sat next to her daughter and felt her forehead. "You're very hot, what happened?"
"I had a bad dream is all."
"Tell me about it, I'm sure I could help. I was the comforter to your mother you know."
"Really?" she asked, coming out of her fire spell.
"Yes, your mother was quite the person!" he laughed.
He talked and laughed with her until she felt better, and...he never really did push her to tell him about the dream.
Kimiko and Toshiro were very close indeed. Kimiko did end up to become a very nice and cute girl, just as Sayuri and her father thought. And, Toshiro would tell Kimiko a lot about her, just so it would be as thought Kimiko had a vague picture in her head, or maybe knew a little about her mother.
Kimiko had sapphire eyes, just like her mother's and also had her silky black hair. But usually, Kimiko's hair was tied up in two bouncy pigtails, although sometimes, her father would help her put it up in an unusual way.
He wasn't the best at hair, but Kimiko didn't mind. At least she got to spend time with her father, unlike most kids she knew.
Her father was now the most famous video game tycoon in all of Asia, and he was known world-wide, but of course, he always kept time aside for his daughter.
"Papa!" Kimiko called in a high pitched voice. She wondered down the hallway of her home, looking left, right, and all around for her father.
"Papa!" she began to whisper, feeling very small.
Suddenly there was a loud crash, that made Kimiko scream. Soon, her father came running up the steps to see the small girl pretrified.
"Kimiko! What's wrong!"
"Papa!" She yelled, running and jumping into his arms. "I couldn't find you..." she whispered. "I got scared."
"It's okay Kimiko. I didn't know you would be awake, so I went down to make breakfast."
He smiled at her, as she did him. "Besides...there's no reason to be scared...no matter what."
He let her down, and...hand in hand they went down to make breakfast together.
"What are we gunna do today?" she asked, her mouth full of pancake.
"Well first...you're gunna finish breakfast without spiting all of your pancakes out while you talk!" He laughed, as she shut her mouth. She nodded her head and kept chewing. After she swallowed she asked another thing.
"What next?"
"Well, Kieko's mother called."
"Okay..."
"Do you wanna have a playday with Kieko today?"
"Okay!" Kimiko's best friend. Kieko. They looked stunningly like sisters, and they thought so too. They usually did something everyday, whether it was at Kimiko's house or Kieko's house, with Kieko's mother, or Kieko's father, or Kimiko's father, they were like a needle and thread. Both of Kieko's parents, and Toshiro loved that they spent so much time together, but were also afraid, that if they grew onto each other too much at such a young age, they will not want to leave each other, and one will be held back from the other.
Kieko nor Kimiko thought so though.
"Alright, you finish your pancake." He nodded playfully at the pancake infront of her and she groaned, but began to eat it. "I'll go call Kieko's mother."
"Okay!" she said just before she took another big bite.
"Meet me back here in about ten minutes girls!" Kieko's mother called as they ran to the girls' clothes department in their favorite store.
They loved to buy clothes, and they were only eight, but...they loved asking about each other's opinions the most.
"Hey Kieko! Does this shirt-
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-make me look fat?" Kimiko asked, looking at her friend while holding a hanger by her head, that showed a white halter top with a blue flower down to her left stomache.
"Kimi! How long have you been saying that!?" Her friend laughed.
"Oh, since we were eight I believe! When we first started liking to shop for clothes and nothing else!" Kimiko laughed with her.
"That was what...six years ago now?"
"Haha! Yeah!"
That's what girls do!
They keep you guessing the whole day through!
Play your emotions,
Push all your bottons,
It's true!
That's what gi-
"Moshi, Moshi Papa! Yeah, uh-huh...yeah...fine, can she? Yes! Thank you Papa! Yep...see you soon! Love you!"
Kieko giggled. "You actually got that ringtone?"
"yeah! Awsome song right there!"
Kieko giggled, "We need to be at your place?"
"Yeah, you can stay...he planned it with you Mum already."
"Cool."
"Let's go pay!"
"Alright!"
"Night Kieko!"
"Night Kimi!"
They both layed back, and soon fell victom to the dream lands...
It was the same.
Always the same.
The second time.
Excatly the same.
She was running down a carpeted hallway, not exactly sure where she was going.
There was an odd crackling coming from behind her, or perhaps even at times, right at her sides, but whenever she looked back or down, there would be nothing there but her hands.
That's what scared her most of all.
She didn't really know what else there was to be scared of, but this strange and odd crackle. It sounded sort of like fire...
Kimiko remember now. She had this dream once before...when she was eight. The same
Exact.
One.
It horrified her, but this time, she knew it was a dream, but just couldn't wake up.
She stopped dead in her tracks then, knowing what this dream was. Although, not what it meant.
Hot, salty tears began to pur down her face.
"It's not real! It's not! Only a dream! Only a dream!" Whenever she usually told herself that, she would wake up, but not this time...perhaps it was real...no! It wasn't...not this.
The crackling started once more.
She couldn't move.
She could barely breathe.
She was petrified.
Slowly, but surely, she looked down at her hands that she had brought away from her normal resting spots at her hips.
They were glowing.
Bright Orange.
The color of fire.
She whimpered, because she knew it too.
The flames soon burst from her palms, and her eyes widened even more than ever. Soon the fire began to spread, but not toward her, just extending. It was as though she had made her own invisible fire shield, because, all around her was hot.
"The fire has a mind of it's own, do not let it burn you down! The fire has a mind of it's own, do not let it burn you down!" There was a voice, the same as before, who kept repeating this, as though it was a chant...over and over again.
Kimiko opened her mouth to scream as the fire was all over the wide hallway. It was very close to her, but all she could see was the orange-yellow flames dancing about.
For some reason, oddly, and although she was scared, around this fire, she felt comfortable. It was...calming to be around.
But soon the fire turned rapid and it began to burn. It didn't hurt her...rather...it didn't yet. It was at the point where it was too hot to stand, but not hot enough to burn really bad.
As it turned rapid her feelings of being comfortable around it vanished.
She could smell it.
Breathe it.
Taste the flames.
Hear it,
feel it,
And of course, see it.
It was all over, infront of her,
behind her,
to the sides of her,
and worst of all...
Inside her head.
She opened her mouth, and what emerged was a blood-curdling scream.
She shot straight up in her bed, with Kieko next to her.
"Kimiko?"
"I could feel it again."
"As do I."
"So do I!"
"It is certain now. This girl...In Japan...Tokyo, Japan to be exact..."
"But, what does this feeling-"
"It has happened once before. We knew then the fire was born in her, and now...it is time...she must come to the temple to train with her fellow monks."
"What of Omi?"
"Do not tell him...at least, not now. I shall do it, on my own."
"Yes." all the monks said in unison and left Dojo and Master Fung in one spot.
"So?" Dojo questioned.
"The time has come...the Shen-Gong-Wu will now start to reveal themselves. We have our four chosen ones...Fire, Wind, Earth and Water."
"What about this prophecy you found."
"I just hope, we can lead it away from that path."
"But it's a proph-"
"I said I hope...let us leave it at that." He sigh and went back to the temple, with Dojo trailing close behind.
Second chaper yay! Well, I've decided to start this cause I can't find my notebook for Destiny, so...sorry bout that. :( I know how many of you out there really love that story, but Ima try to make this one good too...promise! Please review and keep reading...It may suck so far, but give the next couple chapters a chance, please:) thanks and umm chocolate to anyone who reviews...thanks!
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