Fan Fiction ❯ Adventures of Bastard Children: a Peek into Their World ❯ The Grudge Settled with a Breath ( One-Shot )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: firagabird 
This is a scene from the chronicles of two brothers striving to make a difference to the people they meet. We find in this short story a dispute started by rage and ended with the utterance of a few soft but strong words. This story proves that, within a world encased inside a hell without morals, salvation can still be achieved.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Updated On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 402 | Status: Completed
This is a scene from the chronicles of two brothers striving to make a difference to the people they meet. We find in this short story a dispute started by rage and ended with the utterance of a few soft but strong words. This story proves that, within a world encased inside a hell without morals, salvation can still be achieved.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.11.2006 | Updated On: 02.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 402 | Status: Completed
Author's Notes
This is just a little fic I made during my free time at school. It's a short story, a supposed teaser to a series-to-be if I wasn't so sure I'm in no way prepared to launch it. For now, let me give you a glimpse of what is to come, what to expect from my constantly improving literary skills.
About Vampire Savior: I'm in the process of completely renovating it. I had no idea of how it was supposed to progress and the result was something really chaotic. I might be able to finish working on it by the end of March along with the next chapter, but I really can't gaurantee anything. To all my readers who still have hope for me, sorry for making you wait so long and asking you to wait longer for just a few pages of text. Hopefully this will repay some of the debt I owe.
Read and Review - Comments and Constructive Criticism appreciated - Please NO flames!
A whistling sound was made as a black blur flew by, crashing with a loud thud into the muddy ground and spraying some all over. This man, as we could now tell once he grew still, was apparently unconscious or unable to move from his face-down position. His robe was tattered and soaked with blood and rain; the holes revealed his fair skin, muddied and bleeding openly.
"No, Keitaro!" a woman's voice cried out from a distance, but he did not respond.
After a few moments of nothing but rain spattering onto the ground, another robed figure trudged towards this one, a hood masking the top of this person's face. As she raised her head- the part of her face seen showed her to be a woman- to look at her damage, she grinned.
"What a predicament you must be in," a shrill voice uttered from her lips. "All you had to do was give the girl up and your life would have been spared. But no, you chose the stubborn option, and now I shall kill you."
A high-pitched laugh came from under her hood as she continued.
"Plus, with you gone, she will finally be all mi-" the woman was cut short as Keitaro started pushing himself up. "Wha..." the cloaked vixen began, her lips turning into a tight-lipped combination of shock and a frown. "What are you... you shouldn't be able to... YOU WILL NOT STAND UP!!!"
In a short burst of rage, she gave the helpless figure before her an exploding kick to te ribs, and the gut-wrenching sound of bones cracking was heard as he was flung several yards away. A weak cry came from his lips- his voice was masculine- as he spat blood from his lips. A much stronger, female one was heard farther away and obscured by the mist created by the rain. Although, It seemed to come from a different place than the first woman's.
"Stop it, Kite," the voice pleaded. "Please, do not fight her anymore. I am not worth the pain you are forced to endure..." Her pleading came to no avail, however, as the battered man forced himself up, gasping for air from the effort alone. Slowly, his enemy strode towards him with frustration evident on her face, and it was here that the two came eye-to-eye with each other. This was literally true for Keitaro: one of his eyes was bruised and the eyelid swollen, and his one good eye was partially blinded from the blood trickling down the cut to his forehead.
As he cast his sight on her, a lightning struck somewhere close to them and the flash gave him a brief glimpse of the femme before him. From what he could see, she was actually attractive, with full lips and a cute nose. Due to his obscured vision, though, Kite could not make out her eye nor hair color. Apart from a small cut above her eye's corner, her tanned skin was free from any damage. Our warrior would have admired her good looks if he were not severely hurt.
She did not have the same reaction to seeing him apparently, as a devastating kick to his gut sent the man reeling back a few feet away. Again, he found himself face-down and utterly humiliated, that blow to his pride worsening as he felt the sharp-soled boot of his antagonist planting itself firmly into his practically bare back.
"Damn the heavens!" she cried out into the roaring winds as she pressed it down harder on him, causing a weak gasp of pain to come from his lips. "What is wrong with you?! What do I have to do to keep you still?"
From the way her boot was sending vibrations to him through the place it was planted into, Keitaro could guess that she was shaking with frustration. The voice that caught his ears, however, seemed to imply differently.
"Do you have a death wish, you stubborn man? Does the pain I inflict upon you doing you no repellant whatsoever?" During this pause, he felt the hot breath coming from her and soon afterwards the touch of her hand cupping his chin, nudging him to turn his sights back up. "Look at them, noble warrior," she spoke in a gentler tone compared to before, her hisses tickling his ear. "They are specks of bugs, worthless children of peasants that have only known the pain of hunger and the joy of sex."
Raising her finger for him to focus on, the seemingly calmer woman pointed to a tall, wide pillar near a huge building that appeared from afar to be a mansion of sorts. Near this pillar were two figures: one masculine, standing up; the other feminine, sitting with her legs stretched behind her and arms holding her up. They were both chained to it. He then focused his eyes a ways from the but still near the house, coming to see a cage with a woman in a white nightgown- we could tell for this was reflective of the lightning's brief flashes- which also took the same position as the other.
"They cannot know," the vixen above him spoke with an almost empathic tone to it, "the suffering that we of higher levels of being must face every day, the enlightenments that we ourselves discover on our own." Slowly, Keitaro turned his gaze to her, the hood having fallen behind her and the sign of tears having fallen from her eyes. Her voice was quivering, as was her lips. "We can achieve so much, attain so much by being together, by leaving these third-rate imbeciles for higher goals. Yet still, you chose them over this future we could have. You chose to protect those that were defenseless instead of killing them off, lightening your already heavy load. Why, Keitaro? Why refuse me, my willing heart and attractive body? Why choose to toil and expect little from it than a carefree life with infinite gains? Why...?"
Again, they stared into each other's eyes, but the tension before was absent here. The female warrior, although she was his supposed enemy and the cause of all the damage inflicted upon him, even began to caress his cheek and lifted her boot from his back. Their lips were still, yet it seemed as though an endless stream of words were exchanged through their eyes. Then, after several long moments of this, the weakened warrior nudged his head and immediately the woman neared her head to his, placing her ear to his mouth.
The effect was instantaneous. His lips had moved, and the wind may have had consumed just a few feet away whatever was spoken from it, nut the message he had given her must have been clear as day. Her eyes widened, she looked at him, placed him slowly down from her lap- she had rested his head atop it- before rolling him facing up and standing with her gaze fixed on the other three.
She started on her way straight towards the caged young woman, but threw something metallic high in the air and was caught by the male of the two figures by the pillar. As she was nearing the metal cage, the femme reached into a slit in her cloak and the captive, wary of her actions, immediately jumped to the end of her imprisonment. Her trauma-forged paranoia was proved unnecessary, however, as the robed woman retracted that hand with a large key in its grasp. Unlocking the door and swinging it open, she entered and caused the one before her to freeze with terror.
She had closed in on her and her lips were only an inch from the trembling young woman's ear.
"Do not ask, slave," she hissed into it, "but I set you free without condition. I ask only that you let no one call you 'freak' nor let it give excuse for others to control you against your will." At this time, the woman felt a tingle of both shock and fear; she had never heard her speak that way. Her Mistress' eyes were hidden under her rain-soaked auburn bangs, so she could not discern what tone she spoke with. She then leaned forward and pressed her lips onto her cheek, pulling herself back shaking from head to toe with a reemerged lust and slowly leaving the cage. Then, without any further speaking, the vixen walked towards the mansion and disappeared within the front door, a huge hole near it where someone had seemingly been thrown through.
Perplexed by what had just occurred, the perplexed woman took a moment to digest everything that had just happened, absentmindedly touching the spot where her cheek had felt her lips.
"Yukiko!" came a voice, bringing her out of her reverie. The thought of a single man had then come to her mind, and a reignited fear flowed through her veins as the woman known as Yukiko rushed to this man's side, tears stinging her eyes as she fell to her knees beside the bloodied hero.
"Kei..." she whispered, hesitating as she brought her hands to his face, cupping his bruised cheeks. "Keitaro... Oh, gods..." Shame, frustration, regret, and just pure anguish filled Yukiko to the pits of her heart as she caressed her savior gently, apathetic to the blood slickening her palms.
"Why...?" came a female voice, the same one that called her name just moments before. Only now did she notice the two others beside them; they had rid themselves of the chains holding them to the pillar. Not bothering to look at her, the grieving woman listened halfheartedly to the question raised by this girl. "Why, Hitori?"
Looking up to the other of the two, a reserved woman with simple traditional Japanese garments covering her petite figure, then following her gaze to the upright figure, the young woman wrapped her arms around the barely conscious warrior's head as the towering one before the three of them replied.
"Eriko," he spoke deeply. "You need not ask one who did not speak of the thing you wish to know." Looking down to Keitaro, he added. "Not when he can tell you this himself."
The two women simultaneously lowered their heads to him, whose unswollen eye opened and looked back at Yukiko. She blinked and, looking back to Hitori for approval, brought his head up with the arm she cradled beneath him and her head down to him at the same time. He whispered int oher ear and, like the woman wearing the black cloak, the effect was obvious and instantaneous.
Slowly, she raised her head back up and traded glances between the other two, Eriko showing her pained curiosity through her eyes- her face was stoic and expressionless. After a long moment of silence- the rain came to a halt a while ago, since when she had been freed- she mimicked the words her love had spoken to her captor with a scratchy voice: "'Would I have saved you, bearing the same grudges you hold against her weakness now?'"
Adventures of Bastard Children
by firagabird
A Scene from the Chronicles, A Lone Heartbeat in the World of the Brothers Outcast
This is just a little fic I made during my free time at school. It's a short story, a supposed teaser to a series-to-be if I wasn't so sure I'm in no way prepared to launch it. For now, let me give you a glimpse of what is to come, what to expect from my constantly improving literary skills.
About Vampire Savior: I'm in the process of completely renovating it. I had no idea of how it was supposed to progress and the result was something really chaotic. I might be able to finish working on it by the end of March along with the next chapter, but I really can't gaurantee anything. To all my readers who still have hope for me, sorry for making you wait so long and asking you to wait longer for just a few pages of text. Hopefully this will repay some of the debt I owe.
Read and Review - Comments and Constructive Criticism appreciated - Please NO flames!
A whistling sound was made as a black blur flew by, crashing with a loud thud into the muddy ground and spraying some all over. This man, as we could now tell once he grew still, was apparently unconscious or unable to move from his face-down position. His robe was tattered and soaked with blood and rain; the holes revealed his fair skin, muddied and bleeding openly.
"No, Keitaro!" a woman's voice cried out from a distance, but he did not respond.
After a few moments of nothing but rain spattering onto the ground, another robed figure trudged towards this one, a hood masking the top of this person's face. As she raised her head- the part of her face seen showed her to be a woman- to look at her damage, she grinned.
"What a predicament you must be in," a shrill voice uttered from her lips. "All you had to do was give the girl up and your life would have been spared. But no, you chose the stubborn option, and now I shall kill you."
A high-pitched laugh came from under her hood as she continued.
"Plus, with you gone, she will finally be all mi-" the woman was cut short as Keitaro started pushing himself up. "Wha..." the cloaked vixen began, her lips turning into a tight-lipped combination of shock and a frown. "What are you... you shouldn't be able to... YOU WILL NOT STAND UP!!!"
In a short burst of rage, she gave the helpless figure before her an exploding kick to te ribs, and the gut-wrenching sound of bones cracking was heard as he was flung several yards away. A weak cry came from his lips- his voice was masculine- as he spat blood from his lips. A much stronger, female one was heard farther away and obscured by the mist created by the rain. Although, It seemed to come from a different place than the first woman's.
"Stop it, Kite," the voice pleaded. "Please, do not fight her anymore. I am not worth the pain you are forced to endure..." Her pleading came to no avail, however, as the battered man forced himself up, gasping for air from the effort alone. Slowly, his enemy strode towards him with frustration evident on her face, and it was here that the two came eye-to-eye with each other. This was literally true for Keitaro: one of his eyes was bruised and the eyelid swollen, and his one good eye was partially blinded from the blood trickling down the cut to his forehead.
As he cast his sight on her, a lightning struck somewhere close to them and the flash gave him a brief glimpse of the femme before him. From what he could see, she was actually attractive, with full lips and a cute nose. Due to his obscured vision, though, Kite could not make out her eye nor hair color. Apart from a small cut above her eye's corner, her tanned skin was free from any damage. Our warrior would have admired her good looks if he were not severely hurt.
She did not have the same reaction to seeing him apparently, as a devastating kick to his gut sent the man reeling back a few feet away. Again, he found himself face-down and utterly humiliated, that blow to his pride worsening as he felt the sharp-soled boot of his antagonist planting itself firmly into his practically bare back.
"Damn the heavens!" she cried out into the roaring winds as she pressed it down harder on him, causing a weak gasp of pain to come from his lips. "What is wrong with you?! What do I have to do to keep you still?"
From the way her boot was sending vibrations to him through the place it was planted into, Keitaro could guess that she was shaking with frustration. The voice that caught his ears, however, seemed to imply differently.
"Do you have a death wish, you stubborn man? Does the pain I inflict upon you doing you no repellant whatsoever?" During this pause, he felt the hot breath coming from her and soon afterwards the touch of her hand cupping his chin, nudging him to turn his sights back up. "Look at them, noble warrior," she spoke in a gentler tone compared to before, her hisses tickling his ear. "They are specks of bugs, worthless children of peasants that have only known the pain of hunger and the joy of sex."
Raising her finger for him to focus on, the seemingly calmer woman pointed to a tall, wide pillar near a huge building that appeared from afar to be a mansion of sorts. Near this pillar were two figures: one masculine, standing up; the other feminine, sitting with her legs stretched behind her and arms holding her up. They were both chained to it. He then focused his eyes a ways from the but still near the house, coming to see a cage with a woman in a white nightgown- we could tell for this was reflective of the lightning's brief flashes- which also took the same position as the other.
"They cannot know," the vixen above him spoke with an almost empathic tone to it, "the suffering that we of higher levels of being must face every day, the enlightenments that we ourselves discover on our own." Slowly, Keitaro turned his gaze to her, the hood having fallen behind her and the sign of tears having fallen from her eyes. Her voice was quivering, as was her lips. "We can achieve so much, attain so much by being together, by leaving these third-rate imbeciles for higher goals. Yet still, you chose them over this future we could have. You chose to protect those that were defenseless instead of killing them off, lightening your already heavy load. Why, Keitaro? Why refuse me, my willing heart and attractive body? Why choose to toil and expect little from it than a carefree life with infinite gains? Why...?"
Again, they stared into each other's eyes, but the tension before was absent here. The female warrior, although she was his supposed enemy and the cause of all the damage inflicted upon him, even began to caress his cheek and lifted her boot from his back. Their lips were still, yet it seemed as though an endless stream of words were exchanged through their eyes. Then, after several long moments of this, the weakened warrior nudged his head and immediately the woman neared her head to his, placing her ear to his mouth.
The effect was instantaneous. His lips had moved, and the wind may have had consumed just a few feet away whatever was spoken from it, nut the message he had given her must have been clear as day. Her eyes widened, she looked at him, placed him slowly down from her lap- she had rested his head atop it- before rolling him facing up and standing with her gaze fixed on the other three.
She started on her way straight towards the caged young woman, but threw something metallic high in the air and was caught by the male of the two figures by the pillar. As she was nearing the metal cage, the femme reached into a slit in her cloak and the captive, wary of her actions, immediately jumped to the end of her imprisonment. Her trauma-forged paranoia was proved unnecessary, however, as the robed woman retracted that hand with a large key in its grasp. Unlocking the door and swinging it open, she entered and caused the one before her to freeze with terror.
She had closed in on her and her lips were only an inch from the trembling young woman's ear.
"Do not ask, slave," she hissed into it, "but I set you free without condition. I ask only that you let no one call you 'freak' nor let it give excuse for others to control you against your will." At this time, the woman felt a tingle of both shock and fear; she had never heard her speak that way. Her Mistress' eyes were hidden under her rain-soaked auburn bangs, so she could not discern what tone she spoke with. She then leaned forward and pressed her lips onto her cheek, pulling herself back shaking from head to toe with a reemerged lust and slowly leaving the cage. Then, without any further speaking, the vixen walked towards the mansion and disappeared within the front door, a huge hole near it where someone had seemingly been thrown through.
Perplexed by what had just occurred, the perplexed woman took a moment to digest everything that had just happened, absentmindedly touching the spot where her cheek had felt her lips.
"Yukiko!" came a voice, bringing her out of her reverie. The thought of a single man had then come to her mind, and a reignited fear flowed through her veins as the woman known as Yukiko rushed to this man's side, tears stinging her eyes as she fell to her knees beside the bloodied hero.
"Kei..." she whispered, hesitating as she brought her hands to his face, cupping his bruised cheeks. "Keitaro... Oh, gods..." Shame, frustration, regret, and just pure anguish filled Yukiko to the pits of her heart as she caressed her savior gently, apathetic to the blood slickening her palms.
"Why...?" came a female voice, the same one that called her name just moments before. Only now did she notice the two others beside them; they had rid themselves of the chains holding them to the pillar. Not bothering to look at her, the grieving woman listened halfheartedly to the question raised by this girl. "Why, Hitori?"
Looking up to the other of the two, a reserved woman with simple traditional Japanese garments covering her petite figure, then following her gaze to the upright figure, the young woman wrapped her arms around the barely conscious warrior's head as the towering one before the three of them replied.
"Eriko," he spoke deeply. "You need not ask one who did not speak of the thing you wish to know." Looking down to Keitaro, he added. "Not when he can tell you this himself."
The two women simultaneously lowered their heads to him, whose unswollen eye opened and looked back at Yukiko. She blinked and, looking back to Hitori for approval, brought his head up with the arm she cradled beneath him and her head down to him at the same time. He whispered int oher ear and, like the woman wearing the black cloak, the effect was obvious and instantaneous.
Slowly, she raised her head back up and traded glances between the other two, Eriko showing her pained curiosity through her eyes- her face was stoic and expressionless. After a long moment of silence- the rain came to a halt a while ago, since when she had been freed- she mimicked the words her love had spoken to her captor with a scratchy voice: "'Would I have saved you, bearing the same grudges you hold against her weakness now?'"
by firagabird
A Scene from the Chronicles, A Lone Heartbeat in the World of the Brothers Outcast