Bestiality
Remembrance
Day 10
She sat next to the headstone, sighing contently, leaning against it. "Today is a good day, dear. The sky is full of grey clouds." A pair of dull eyes looked down at her, as she smiled, closing her own, "You know how much I love this overcast weather." The Dull eyes looked from her and nonchalantly at the sky. "I was so proud of Kagetora the other day- he asked Sasori and his pretty mate Sakura, to help him with his work. He's always had trouble asking for help." The ghost nodded, grinning, sitting on top of his grave. "I'm happy you decided to come today." The ghost looked at her and she looked back, "Is it hot in hell?" The ghost scowled at her question, but she laughed. "I miss you dear." The ghost smiled at her, "I have bad feeling about this whole ring of kidnapping that's been going on, maybe…no…I hope I don't have to get that." The Ghost nodded, "I'd rather stand by idly and not do anything, but it seems like I may have to step up."
The wind blew, and not too far off, watching, a blonde-haired man, hid behind a tree in the forest. Katalia stood, "Husband, today, please share your grave with me." The Ghost looked at her and sneered evilly. The ground in front of the Headstone quivered, and opened up for her, leading to a pair of stairs, that she descended. The white of her sheer shawls danced on the wind, as she vanished into the dungeon that closed behind her, the Ghost forever vigilant as he sat on his own headstone. She reappeared, the Ghost watching her, and she looked down, her skirts dancing, "I really don't like fighting, but if I must, then it can't be avoided, yes?" The Ghost pulled his legs up to his chest and looked away, "Ah, it seems Kagetora can control only his changing, but hasn't gotten into a real fight where his life is on the line." She pulled on her shawl a little, moving it away from her chest, and the Ghost looked over, a scar on her chest. One that a person might get from heart surgery.
The blonde haired man vanished, leaving one thing scratched in the tree behind him- 'K+D' with a heart around it.
~O~ The Hyena Demon's Den ~O~
"My hyena family attacked him- the blonde-haired man." Said a man with white hair and violet eyes, as he sat in a throne of patched together fur, the image of a circle with a triangle inside, on the top of the throne, burned into it. "He acutally fought them off and vanished, but I was not here when he came for my mate. I was out hunting, you know?" The man said, wearing a pair of baggy black pants. "My mate, Kihari, has shoulder-length brown hair, and green eyes. Sasori…before you go and look for her, will you tell me something?"
The red-haired Demon Lord looked at the other one, whose packs of watchful hyenas scared his pink-haired mate. "Hm? What is it, Hidan?" He asked, his mate hugging his arm,
"Why would someone take my mate, eh? She's about the rowdiest bitch you can ever meet."Hidan responded bluntly, "She's not even fuckign attractive, you know? If you find a connection, tell me, eh?" Sasori nodded, "I heard that- The Queen mother was kidnapped by the same guy. Who would kidnap that sweet old hag? You know, she's only, lke, 23. I'd tap that ass ifthe Overlord wasn't always around. Wouldn't you?"
"I have more respect for her than you do for the whole female society, Hidan. I have no interest in such things anyways." Sasori said bluntly, and Hidan laughed, the Hyenas laughing with him.
"Sorry, Sorry, its just that Kihari usually keeps me in line. 'Shut up, Hidan', 'you're being rude, Hidan', 'Mind your manners'. It slips my mind, but that annoying bitch as made me a better man. I even cuss less when she's around, you see? I was a sailor's mouth!" Sasori nodded,
"You have improved. Indeed, she whipped you into better shape than any one else could." Sasori said, and Hidan nodded,
"Yeah, so overlook anything bad I say, will ya'? Kihari would beat me black and purple in front of you guys if she was around- or if she found out I was acting like this." Hidan laughed, "Just, bring her back here, alright?"
"I will. Can you remember anything else?" Sasori asked, and Hidan thought about it.
"Yeah- one of my friends said that he wore some type of necklace? Maybe a choker. They weren't really sure, but they heard it jingle. And that he was really fast." Hidan commented, and the two left. "I hope Kihari is alright." Hidan mumbled to himself,
"Where to now, Sasori?" His mate asked him, and Sasori looked at her,
"We are to ask the Thread Demon of his recollection of the event, Sakura. Then we must try to use what we've heard to pin point who we are to suspect. I think we have the advantage." Sakura looked confused, "I think that, the perpetrator was befuddled by how Kagetora quickly released Madara's Harem, and maybe one of the women in it, he may return for." Sasori said, "All those women, even the queen Mother, have tabs on them, just in case."
"Sasori, why is Kagetora's mom called 'Queen Mother'?" Sakura asked as the two walked,
"It's very simple. A good majority of females, demon or human, die just after giving birth. I believe there have only been two cases, where Overlords have still had their mother around. Since Demons are beings created of something darker than humans, the liquids that come from our pores are lethal during the first few moments of our entrance into the world. Our mothers' bodies are already weak from birthing us, thus, they often succumb to said effect, and die." Sasori blinked, "actually, come to think of it, during their reign, the mates of the Overlords are usually assassinated or die in some way, or are killed after the Overlord's reign. I believe Katalia is the only one who has stood by both her husband and her son during both of their terms as Overlord." Sakura smiled in awe. How wonderful!
"Do you think…She'll tell me her secret?" Sasori looked at Sakura, who shyly added, "I…want to see our son as an Overlord too." Sasori smiled at her warmly,
"She's a warm, kind-hearted person, Sakura, and she takes a liking to you. I think that she will." He told her, kissing her on the cheek, "I'm sure you'll live a long life like the Queen Mother."
~O~ Throne of the Demon Palace, home of the Demon Overlord ~O~
"Mooooom, could you help me here?" Kagetora called, his Mother poking her head into his private office, hardly visible past the horde of servants holding trays of papers he was to sign. "I don't understand this at all." She smiled and walked over, the crowd parting like the red sea as she did, before she stood next to him. "This 'Act: Overstatement'- I don't understand it."
"It's a document, asking how much you believe will be spend this year in expenses." She said simply, "This, you should finish at the very end of the year, but on this line, write down a sizeable estimate of how much you think will be spend. Then, you'll add up your expenditures at the end of this year, and place that on the line below it." Kagetora smiled and said 'Oh' and continued his paperwork, as his mother laid down on a small bench behind him, closing her eyes. "Are you tired?"
"This place drains me of more than I care to offer, my son." She told him bluntly, "Even when your Father was Overlord, I dare not dwell here too long." Kagetora gently bit tip of his pen, as the servants left, now he only needed to sign a page or two.
"It does sting, but after a while, the pain dulls the longer you stay." Kagetora told her, looking back at her, "The Miasma wanes." She nodded, "You didn't tell me how you and dad met the other day."
"You always wish to hear this story, Kagetora. You can recite it verbatim." She whined, too tired to reminisce. He only smiled at her,
"It's a tale better told when a loved one tells it." Kagetora says. (He doesn't mean 'loved one' as in relative, but as in 'someone who is loved by a mentioned person'. "I love hearing about your first meeting and how clumsy Dad was." She smiled,
"Another time, my son. Another time." She told him, "I'm too tired today." She covered her head with a sleeved, and he lightly tapped his pen's edge on the desk, before stopping, "You shouldn't have done it, Mom." He told her, but she didn't respond, "You never needed to do it. You would have been fine without Gokai's help." A tear rolled down her cheek where he didn't see. "Tonight, sleep in my room. You were in the Harem and you must have an eye kept on you." Kagetora said, the atmosphere was sad and uneasy. Before he left, his mother finally spoke,
"I couldn't avoid it, Kagetora." She told him, and Kagetora looked away, before leaving the room.
~O~O~O~
"Smile, darling. Look at those happy faces." Her husband grinned, gently taking her hand, "Do not hide in the curtains. Let them see how beautiful you are. How beautiful my wife is." He said, leading her away from the curtains as she blushed, and looked down off the balcony, "Indulge them, my dear- wave to them." She shyly waved- before she collapsed, "Katalia!" A bullet hole, the size of a softball, had been blown through her chest. Right through her heart.
As her husband tried to heal the wound with the help of some medics, it was easier said than done. Everything grew cold and dark. Words faded out as he yelled for her to stay awake; stay with him. She found herself in a cold dark room, as she cried and hugged herself, her voice meant nothing.
'We will give it to you. Life.' A voice said in her mind, and she blinked, 'All we want is…'
The wound in her chest repaired itself. Bones rebuilt themselves to perfection, muscles and tendrils, micro fibers connecting them all, resulting and remodeling her. As her body unconsciously gasped for air, she mentally signed the contract that gave her this miraculous recovery. 'I am Gokai.'
~O~O~O~
Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly, panting heavily. She looked around, seeing that they were in the Overlord's bed chambers, Kagetora next to her. He looked so cute in his sleep, even when he was a boy. She smiled gently, moving some of his hair out of his face. He was so much like his father. As she calmed down her racing heart, she hugged her legs to her chest ,
'I will never leave you, Katalia. Let's have a happy life together.'
She covered her face, shaking lightly, as tears ran down her cheeks. Something brushed her tears away,
"Don't…cry, Queen Mother." Someone said, and she opened her eyes, before a metal kissed hand, covered her vision, "Please…Don't…Sleep. Forever." The words slurred, and mixed together in her ears, and her chest hurt. Something was wrapped around her eyes- a cloth of some sort, but it was of a sheer material. Someone, heavily coated in thick, cold, plated armor, knelt next to the bed. "Can. Hear. Me?" They asked, and she shook her head, before they reached up and turned something on their helmet, "Can you hear me now, Queen Mother?" She nodded sleepily, "The missing mates; I know where they are. I will take you to them, but only you, and you may not leave."
Katalia looked back at her son, who had always been a heavy sleeper. She leaned over and kisses him on the forehead, her son smiling in his sleep, as she stood up, "You would be a wise ruler, Queen Mother." She looked at the knight stoically, and they bowed, "I am humbled by you a thousand times, Queen Mother."
"Are the girls ok?" She asked, pulling on a robe of black satin over her body, and tying it with a matching sash. "Are they safe and unharmed?"
"Come with me and see for yourself, Queen Mother." They said vaguely, a wave that chilled his spine, ran down his column,
"You will tell me now, before I kill you dead here." She said simply, the other nodding,
"They are alive." She sighed in relief, and they stood, taller than her, and offered her a hand. "Come with me, Madame." She pushed his hand away,
"Not until you tell me if those poor girls will be returned to their mates." The Stranger nodded to her commands, bending to them willingly, even bowing to her.
"The women will be returned to their mates." They promised, offering her their hand once more, "Please, come with me." She looked at him, not knowing what this stranger would do to her, "I will not harm you either. I ask that you only put up with me for such a short while." Katalia looked away, "If you wish to collect something before you leave, I am willing to wait." She looked at her son, who continued to sleep peacefully. Turning to him, she placed her hands in his reluctantly. Their own closed around her, and the two turned into sand and rode the wind.