Fan Fiction ❯ chase after the wind ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: don't own, not mine

Rating: pg-13

Authors notes: I must say that I am sorry for the delay in posting this. As we speak ( or so to speak ) I am in the library typing this. My computer has crashed leaving me without any hope of posting until now, Sundays tend to be dead. I earned u that these would not come nearly as regularly, but I am sorry here we go

I act like sh*t don't phase me, inside it drives me crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive Marshal Mathers

'She was running, that was all she was sure of. Why or how she was she did not know and at this point had little more influence on her then someone saying that the wind would soon change direction. She was running towards nothing, for the area ahead of her was bleak and empty. Indeed it was the oblivion that would ultimately cast it's shadow on all that lives. IT was the taker of the breath of life that chased her; this was all she was sure of. Her footsteps feel onto the ground, echoing meaninglessly in the great expanse in which she ran. They seem to offer the only evidence of her continued existence. The area around her was nothing. That was the only way to truly describe it, besides her footsteps, her hot breath being forced out of he lungs and the silent noise of her demon, which she heard all to well, there was nothing. She steadily became aware of the strain her body felt, she felt as though she had been running for hours. Her breath was labored and her eyes darted about in desperation, searching for something, anything.

Then the void reseeded reveling a single figure ahead of her. Her eyes, falling to rest on this messiah, filled with hope. She felt as though this person had the key, the key to freedom from the being that chased her. As she drew near the beings fetchers became apparent. She knew his face instantly, the delicate curve of his jaw, the fluency of his ears, his alburn hair falling carelessly over his shoulders and casting a beautiful shadow over his face. IT was the one thing she loved and cherished, the element that she could only ever truly know in her dreams. It was Hayite (no handbook, sorry). His eyes were still wrapped in the darkness, but she would have known him anywhere, even in this rendition of hell.

Hayite-san, brother, help me, it is coming for me!!! She said. She tried her best to keep her voice steady, to keep it calm and collected. There were some passions that could not be curved by reason, and she found it impossible to control her heart with her mind. She didn't care though; she had found her love, to hell with everything else. As she ran towards him, his faced seemed to rescind father into the shadow. Then his voice uttered a single word.

Bastered He said this coldly and without any hint of remorse or sadness. Indeed it seemed as though she was speaking to something that was not human in the least. At the end of this word, she fell to her knees. She found that her will to run from whatever pressured her left. She sobbed quietly, the sobs echoing indifferently off the vast catacombs and mocking her.

Another thing occurred during the time she laid incapacitated by her soul. The world around her shattered and was reborn anew. The bleak and desolate nothingness gave rise to light, and the light gave rise to matter and the matter assumed the form of a wintery landscape she knew all to well. It was the place where she had followed her heart over her head. The place where she had chosen the path of right over the path of ethics. It was the place where she had become no better then that bitch whom, she was sorry to say, was her sister.

The freshly fallen snow gave the new world a feeling of purity. It was a lovely sight to beheld. Each flake, in it's own turn, landing in the spot it was destined for and all seemed good. The earth rendered up a smell of purity, a smell that was filled with the gentle sent of a summer storm, albeit in the winter. The sun shown down brightly on this scene. As she looked around, trying to understand what had occurred, her eyes came to rest, yet again, on him. His face, no longer shaded in darkness, seemed to send forth purity. It's purity, unlike that of the sun's, was harsh and cold. It was a purity in which nothing else could possible exist. He began to speak.

For failing to dispose of the runaway shinobi, guilty

She tried to find her voice, but found it frozen in her throat. She was scared to disturb this purity that had befallen her.

For defiling me and the will of our ki, guilty

She found her voice and was about to speak, but just as her delicate lips parted slightly and her breath began to form sentient and audible sounds, he spoke again, more loudly and commandingly.

For following your heart instead of your mind. For being human instead of a god, guilty

She could not believe this. This was the only person she had ever truly, ever truly loved, and yet this word seemed so meaningless. How could the fire that burned so brightly and strongly in her soul, a fire so strong that it threatened to consume her, be summed up in one, 4-letter word. It seemed a mocker of her true passion, of her nights of toil and her days of misery. Of her dreams and hope, no more can be said then this word, though. SO she found her voice, stronger now, but again, he spoke more loudly and commandingly.

For killing your mother, a woman far better then you will ever be, guilty.

She found her misery being replaced by a new feeling. A feeling she knew all too well. This feeling that seemed to only boil up when she was faced with the one who had chosen freedom of her life of slavery. The favorite the best and the defender of the clan. She thought of Kasumi. And the feeling was hate. Again she tried to speak, and again her cut her off.

For being born when no one wanted you, guilty.

She was going to say something now, even if she had to scream it. The hate she had begun to feel traces of had became a raging torrent inside her. She was ablaze with anger. 'How dare he' she thought, how dare he. Yet again he spoke.

For human sentimentality, for weakness, for being just like her, guilty.

She could no longer contain the fire within her. As if her body and heart had usurped her mind's authority, she shot up from the snow and ran at him. She found her fathers weapon, and felt it dig into his chest. Warm blood oozed onto the snow and left red marks across the newly formed earth. It was exactly what Able's blood appeared to be for Cain and, as it touched the ground, it had the same defiling effect.

All at once the world changed again. The beautiful sun which shown down gave way to the darkest night, and the forest was consumed in hell fires. These were black and unstoppable. All at once the earth borne a new form. It was her pursuer it was her father. He starred at her, not with his loving eyes, but with the eyes of a demon. As she watched, his face changed into her's. It was her face she saw on that horrible beast with dark eyes and no soul. It began to laugh and it said,

Behold your fate, the fruit of your labor of hatred. She looked upon the ground and saw the mangled corpse, blood still flowing freely from it and staining the otherwise whit and pristine snow. The blood had begun to melt the snow and, as she looked at the corpse, she was filled with a pain. It was not a physical wound, that would heel, but a wound to the soul, which she knew would never leave her.'

She sat up, with a start, from the chair on which she had sat. She was back in her own hut. The wind blew gently across the front of her house the sun shone into her windows. She was drenched in her own sweat and, as she felt her eyes, she noticed the presence of tears. She let loose a cry of self-hatered for this weakness and gauzed into space. It took her a few more moments to gain back acquaintance with the world. She had sat down, for only a moments rest and must have dosed off. She hadn't slept a full night since her hands became stained with the blood of a lamb. She guessed from the sun that she had about 2 hours before her and her brother would depart. She got and went to wash away any trace of her humanity, say to herself, ' he must not see me like this'

End notes: The portions in this '' are a dream just fyi