Ride like the Wind
Chapter 55
It was near the end of September of 1852 that chaos began. The sweat was replaced by blood. The blood in his mouth. God, it tasted like eating live flesh. But in the end, it was like he could've been doing it to himself. That was what lead to it all. The end of a life.
Let's stop to recall that day... Week? Month?
"Don't you have anything better to do that badger me all day?" Mukuro growled.
Shura raised an eyebrow. "What you expect me to study? I read the whole text book and I can recite it all by heart. I have a photographic memory."
"Okay, then go photograph your memory somewhere else. I'm busy."
"Bleeding's an appointment for you?"
"I'm in pain. That glass I fell on just now wasn't exactly painless you know."
"You didn't fall!"
"As far as you remember I did."
He rolled his eyes at her. "Fine but you could always divorce if you want. He wants to I think and nothing's stopping him even though he's not part of the Church of England. You're a jew you can divorce." He walked out.
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"So you're half Scottish are you?" Sakyou asked amused.
"I thought you sprang your ankle and were in so much pain that you could barely get yourself here," Yomi replied.
"I thought you were blind. And besides, what if I just wanted to go out of my way to see you, Doctor? We are friends aren't we?"
That's not creepy. "I suppose but that's no reason to break your ankle."
"Ah, but I enjoy visits. And you're always so busy so I must be injured to see you. By the way, since we're so close will you enlighten me on Scottish culture? Why do the men wear such high skirts? Honestly, if women can't show their legs in a skirt then neither should a man."
"It's a kilt."
"What's the difference?"
"The gender of the person wearing it."
"Have you played the bagpipes."
"Honestly just because I'm half-" Realization. "Yes. But that has nothing to do with the Scottish blood in my veins."
"I'm gonna get lost and find my way back!" Shura yelled as he ran out.
"Well aren't you going to go after the boy?" Sakyou asked.
"He knows the way."
"But I've felt the strangest aura. The aura of an exorcist and a demon mixed into one. I would be worried even if my son is remarkable."
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing, doctor! Ah! Don't take it out on my poor ankles! They didn't do anything to you! I'm just saying that maybe you should go see him off at least!"
"He's not journeying!"
"But that aura..."
"Is your imagination. Demonic aura and an exorcist! That doesn't make sense!" Suddenly a memory flashed into his mind. Or maybe it does. "Demons would die with holy water. Well, I would have if more got into my eyes."
"Biology says that even so there could be some mutation for whatever reason. Maybe this is a mutation. I live mutation. Imagine that."
"Hush, you."
"But it would be awful to see him go."
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"Oh man. I'm lost again!" Mitarai whimpered to himself. Suddenly he forgot all his English and started panicking in French.
"What're you doing?" A voice behind him asked.
He regained the ability to speak English. "You're the doctor's son! Thank god! Can you tell me where Hoxford street is?"
"First it's this boy and now it's doctor's son. You must suck with names. And it's Shura for god's sake! Shura! Get it right!"
"Okay, Shura but can you tell me where it is?"
"It's Oxford."
"Yeah. Hoxford. I understand that."
"Goddamn my cockney English! It's Oxford without the H attached! You're on it!" He pointed to the sign which said the name of the street in large letters.
"Oh. Well what're you doing so far from home."
"I'm bored so I got lost so I could..." He froze. That aura... It's... Oh god... "I have to go home now."
"Wait."
"No. I-" He was grabbed by the arm. "Let go of me you French asshole!"
"Tell me what's happening!"
He tried to run but Mitarai's grip was too hard. Shura feel to his knees and vomited blood. Mitarai crouched by him. He said something to Shura but He couldn't hear. Suddenly the aura came closer and it was there. Mitarai looked up at where the aura was coming from.
"Sweet child..." and the exorcist walked away.
"His aura... It was demonic..." He looked down at shura who was having a breakdown, still vomiting blood. "Oh god!"
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"That's normal for him. He can't even come near a church." Yomi replied. "Oddly enough I can go to a church without worry to a certain extent."
"But why?" Mitarai asked. "That didn't make sense. I saw a demon. A blonde demon but he was dressed like an exorcist. He was one! That doesn't make sense. I've seen demons before and I know how they act but that went against everything I know!"
"But what can we do then? If you're not lying."
"Honestly I'm not! You're his father instead of nodding it off maybe you should do something this time! I for one think that you haven't done your part to help prevent this."
"Yes and my father owned a factory but he couldn't do a thing about my going blind."
"But you have to try."
"I don't want to make it worse."
"Who said you will?"
"Who said I won't?"'
"Why are you doing this? You can't be that scared of failure! You're a doctor for god's sake!"
"Failure no. But failing him..."
"So you say."
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Shura sat up in bed. "What happened?"
"You're awake?" Mukuro asked, looking as bruised up as ever. God, couldn't this woman take care of herself and avoid getting cut and bruised like she did?
"Wait. I remember now."
"Okay. So tell me. Don't lie to your mother."
"You're not my mum."
"I am now."
He growled and looked away. "Fine. I'll tell you. This weird exorcist-demon thing came after me in the streets and I lost control and puked up blood all over Mitarai and then I just went blank from there. Happy?"
"Well it won't change the fact that there's the pedobear in the closet." She replied to get back at him in her odd way.
"A what?"
"He's a bear that enjoys little kids, particularly little ones like you. He figures the small ones make up for it somewhere else if they're a boy. He likes his girls like he likes his whisky. Twelve years old and mixed up with sugar. How old are you?"
"Thirteen."
"Already? You look younger but you're just short." If Shura didn't feel so sick to his stomach he would have come at her with a knife for that. "Anyway he'd love to get you. In fact he came here last night with your name on a piece of paper. He was asking me where you slept and then I told him where you were so he does this pelvic thrust and yelled out something nasty and asked me if I minded if I heard any weird noises. I told him you were nine and he said, 'Nine years old? Totally old enough!'"
"And you didn't stop him!"
"No. Come on you're gonna have to kiss your virginity goodbye at some point."
"But I love my virginity!"
"That's what Oedipus said to Creon before they did... You know. The Romans felt honored to be brought into the order like that."
"The Romans did things with everyone!"
"Touche. But he won't kill you. I need you."
"Say what?"
"If I want to make a new creation I need you to test it on. Your father eats everything. He scared the slaves that way."
"You knew him before! You whore!"
"I should have seen that coming."
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There it is again... That aura... I need to get away. Shura though when he was on the streets again. He enjoyed his freedom but this was too much. Now he cursed his father for letting him go out on his own. The exorcist came and put a hand on his shoulder as he whispered, "Sweet child, we meet again..."
Shura ran away. "Don't touch me!'
He leapt into the street but then he was hit, hearing the bones crackle. And he laid on the ground like a thrown doll, crushed under the hooves of the frightened horse. Someone pulled him away at last but he was still the lifeless doll with glassy eyes.
"Hey!" He felt his body being shaken. "Hey!"
"My god! What happened?"
"What in god's name?"
End chapter 55
Notes:
1. Pedobear- just look him up on photobucket and see for yourself.
2. Oedipus and Creon- characters from the Oedipus trilogy. No, they never did it.
My sister said this in reply to this chapter: "HAHA! Shura got runned over! PWN'D!"
And in other news to please my fandom I have a yaoi. But I don't know the pairing. I just know it's a yaoi. The author said so. I've never read one so god speed! Anyway... Come to think of it (You know I'm gonna keep coming back to this topic) I've never read a yuri. I want to read one. Don't ask why. I just do.