(Gets down on hands and knees) I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!!! Ive been so bad! I've had such a lack of insiration and...(sighs) And I've been lazy? Eh heh? I was trying to keep this story in six chapters but I lied! I had this whole chapter planned out...It was going to absolutely huge but I felt that would only take me longer. Jeez, I've already been out for almost three months as it is!. It was such a terrible writers block...I still kinda have it but I decided to just write and see if something came to me and look! It did! Hooray!
Would it help if I said that I went away to the Bahamas? xD That delayed my time some but I don't think it helps much. Oh! And while I was there, I saw a yahte on the harbor with the name "Paradigm"! Hah, I feel special!
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Yet another splitting headache. What else was new?
Crimson orbs lazily examined the room taking in it's dull interior. A table sat in the right corner with a small crate underneath. Some books were thrown carelessly across it, some sitting back on their spines. There was also a wooden stool that was missing a leg standing next to the table with a very dusty bulb sitting over head. The damn thing was barely able to spread enough light to aluminate the room.
Though the glow from the pathetic light source was enough to catch the shine of golden hair on top of a very certian woman. Yes, a woman who used to be a noisy little sixteen year old. What has it been? Three years? Nineteen years old now. Quite a bit happened in those three years for her, he was sure. Her body had matured even more and her hair now was kept a neat length near the elbow. Sadly she hadn't grown any taller. He personally prefered tall women, though not taller then him. The girl looked like she was about five foot two inches. So much for getting used to women about five foot ten...
Onime no Kyo looked over at Shiina Yuya again. It burned him to see her like that. It was like the fire in his stomach was being fed gasoline every minute he looked at her. She was fucking chained to a wall. Bruises and scratches had made right at home all across her body showing obvious signs of struggle from when she was captured. Her yukata had been torn in various places, exposing parts of her thighs, stomach, and arms. Finally daring to looked up, his eyes ventured slowly across her face. Her eyes now had low, dark bags hanging underneath and a large blow was obvious on her left brow. Maybe she had awoken and put up a fight. Who knew. A bucket of gasoline was once again thrown onto the furious fire raging within him. Her cheek was now sporting as a very raw and swollen patch. Someone had hit her.
It was never a problem when people were after the woman thinking she was merely a weakness to the Thousand Man Slayer. Those pathetic murderers were just planning on killing her. Not once sparing a thought towards the girl. Yuya's cheek made it clear as day that she was slapped. It was a sign of punishment. Punishment was not something the blonde needed. If anything, Kyo would show her discipline to her if anything, but he would never think of laying a hand on her. Believe it or not, with the little bit of heart he had, he knew he would feel guilt.
"K-Kyo...?"
Kyo tore his eyes away from her cheek and looked up into her eyes. He didn't respond, but stared deeply into the endless green, devouring her. His favorite thing about her; Her eyes. The orbs that stood out as much as his as they were an unusual color and flashed or darkened when angry. The once sparked and vibrant emerald eyes were now a dull, lifeless green. He held is strong gaze, trying to get something out of her; something other then a pitiful cry of his name.
"What...H-How? It's all so confusing, Kyo." Yuya stared right back at his red eyes, and if she wasn't shaking, he would of thought her stare was as hard as his own.
"What are you talking about, woman?"
"It hurts."
"Where?"
"All...All over." Yuya winced from extreme pain that visibly seem to rush through her. He continued to watch her. An attack of shudders ran through her, "K-Kill them...Please..."
Kyo raised an eyebrow in complete surprised. Did the once young girl who loved peace just ask him to kill someone? He growled. Those bastards must have really attacked her. He will kill them. Kyo continued to observe her until he heard the creak of the lonely door diagnol from his position. He ripped his eyes off of Yuya and watched the shadow enter the room.
"Ah, good morning you two! I hope your sleep was well?" A rather small man spoke out from underneath a cloak. The aura pooling off the man gave the obvious hint of a demon. So this was our kidnapper?
"Must you say that everytime I wake up?" Yuya spoke up. It seems that her voice had managed to escape her raw throat. Kyo smirked. Acting all tough and brave towards the men for once? Impressive.
"What are smirking for, Demon? I understand that you had a rough day, eh?" The "master" offered.
Kyo snorted, "Look who's talking."
The man's scowl was obvious as he raised his hand. Bringing his thumb and middle finger together, a snap erupted throughout the room. On que, the two servants from earlier pushed open the door and entered into the room. A growl rumbled its way from Kyo's chest and into his throat as his crimson eyes locked onto Tenro. That little bitch was holding his sword and damn...That blade was vibrating to the extreme.
"You..." The Master brought his eyes to meet the male servent's own and nodded to Yuya, "Take her down."
The woman wielding the sword spoke up, "But, Master Hirata--"
"Don't talk back to me, Reiko. Yuya can not be strained for this process...The blood won't flow as it should, throwing the procedure way off it's tracks."
Reiko bowed in apology as the other servant worked on one of Yuya's ankle shackles. After letting the right one loose, he began to work on the left one, but slowed down completely due to his difficulty in releasing the metal ring. When Hirata noticed this fumbling, he ordered, "Sano! Go be goddamn useless somewhere else!" With that, the demon infested man pushed Sano away, making him land on the floor, from Yuya's battered body. Sano stiffled back a yelp of pain. Narrowing his eyes, Kyo noticed that the man's hip caught a piece of up-turned floor board. Hirata, with a look of determination, ignored Sano and threw the last ankle shackle off and reached up, working on each of Yuya's raw wrists.
Kyo continued to sit there, letting his boredum take over his mind. This was taking way too long. This Hirata-guy isn't as prepared as Kyo thought he was. Pathetic. When Yuya looked his way, he allowed her to see the moment of confusion flash through his eyes. He had no idea what the hell was going on. He's walking through woods looking for this girl and now here he is, chained to a wall, watching this stupid group trying so hard to go through a silly sacrifice. In return, she offered him an apologetic look of her own.
Once Yuya was dropped to the floor, her knees buckled and tipped backwards, leaning against the back wall for some support which she was chained to before. It seemed to him that all the energy was washed out of her body from being attached to a wall for a few days. Hirata grabbed her shoulders, leaning her away from the wall and into his own hands. While continueing to hold her, he turned to Reiko, "Leave. Put the sword on the table. The demon's sword is the only blade allowed for this sacrifice."
Reiko and Sano's widened. "But Master, don't you want our help?" They chorused.
Hirata chuckled but kept the sterness in his eyes, "Help? Help with a little girl who is nearly on the verge of going out cold? No thanks. I can handle everything when Demon Eyes is chained. Taking the demon blade to her thighs, throat and wrist will not be a problem. Leave!"
Yuya's head hung low, but when the door behind the servents made the soft click, her heard snapped up. With the need of freedom rushing through her veins, her last bit of energy built up. By the time Hirata turned his head back into her direction, Yuya's head was catapulted forward, slamming her own forehead against his own. A cry of pain made it's way from Hirata's mouth as he fell backwards onto the ground, clutching his head in order to ease the agony.
"Kyo!" Yuya jolted forward at Kyo, lunging straight for his shackles with the last bit of adrenaline coursing through her body. Grabbing one of his wrists, she worked the bond free and reached for the next one. "Are...Are you okay?!"
Her trembling hands were halted in her work when Hirata rose from the floor and leapt at Yuya, tossing her body along with his onto the floor. They struggled, but being Yuya, she was obviously much weaker then the Master. Pinning her down, Hirata successfully grabbed each of her wrists and place one knee on each of her thighs. With the lack of movement, Yuya could only lay sprawled on the floor, whimpering for help.
"You little bitch!" Hirata roared. The raging fire within him blinded him from seeing anything else, but Yuya, who he wanted to kill oh so desperately. That blindness...Was his weakness.
All of a sudden, the hilt of Tenro was slammed into Hirata's temple, sending him careening off of Yuya's weakened body. Another cry of pain slipped out from his slightly gaped mouth, warning his trusted servants that something was completely wrong. Looking up from his crumpled place on the floor, his eyes widened at what he saw. Something he never wanted to see. Not even in a lifetime...
Kyo's trademark triumphant smirk was plastered across his face. His towering figure standing tall over the helpless demon on the floor, eyes bearing down into Hirata's own, piercing the heart. His loud, booming voice took up the whole room, "You helpless fool. It's pathetic! You allow nothing but a little girl take you down like it was her everyday chore!" His eyes watched Hirata's movements as the man attempted to rise on two feet, "I've never met someone so stupid in my life!"
Hirata really was a fool. He should have known that once Yuya unlocked the wrist shackle, Kyo was home free. It didn't take much being the powerful samurai he was to unlock the rest of his shackles and collar that were keeping him bound to a wall like a slave. And how such an idiot as Hirata could leave Tenro left unattended while he had a wrestling match with Yuya on the floor was completely beyond him. It took but a meer second for Kyo to leap up onto his feet, snatching the sword in his right hand. Tightening his grip on the sword, his smirk turned into a wide grin. Now that the blood drawn blade was in the Thousand Slayers hands, nothing could stop him now.
Hmm...I don't like this? I'm kinda out of my writing a bit and I'm really not in the mood. I know your all thinking, 'Then why did you post?' But really I feel bad for waisting this much time. I didn't want to continue writing this chapter in the crappy-ness that I'm spreading around right now. It's short, it sucks, grammar and word structure is horrible. Yeah I've heard it before. It's okay though...I still love you guys anyways xD. Nice and mean comments are always welcome. Thanks for reading and once again: I apologize! Hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon! Oh and I have a snowday today! That's why I got it up finally!!! Love you all