Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny ❯ Fire ( Chapter 6 )

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(an:Things start to get a lot more graphic this isn't a rape scene, but it may be counted as a half rape scene. But the end of this chapter is not left on a sad note ^ ^). Oh yeah just so you know, this is my first fic ever, enjoy!

Huge watery tears began to fall down Takara's eyes as the man with the velvety voice began to undo her blouse and the other man held her down covering her mouth. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts. If only she had listen to Tasuki when he told her that the woods were dangerous. If only she had not of gotten mad and ran off like that. If only Taskui had not hurt her so greatly to make her run off. If only she didn't have sex with Tasuki, then he wouldn't of had such a great impact on her. If only Lena hadn't of read the story or whatever she had read to make her be in this predicament in the first place. If only. But right Takara didn't care. She didn't have time to care. If the men were to hurt her, she will never go down with out a fight. That's not how she was. She survived and endured so damn much to go down like this. Living by her self at a tender young age. Not having a mother like other people to go for comfort, for advice, for love. It will be a very, very cold day in hell if these men think it will be very easy getting the best of Takara Shin. One freezing, bitter cold day.

Takara bit down real hard on the man's hand that was covering her by her mouth. He yelled and tried to pull it away, but she wouldn't. Takara can taste the metallic taste of blood, mixed with oily sweat of the man's fingers. The taste was so awful, that Takara had to choke back down a vomit. Takara was determined no matter how nasty it tasted she wasn't gonna let go. She will make them feel pain before they make her. She will make them feel the mental pain she was feeling right now and the mental pain they were about to make her feel. The man finally got hold of his hand back cursing in Japanese. Five seconds. That was all Takara had to utter out a high shrilling scream. Five seconds, and she got it. She felt her whole body going numb when a large object came down hard on her head.

"Tasuki," she whispered.

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Five seconds was all Takara needed. Tasuki's eyes quickly flickered opened. He heard the girl. His girl. His woman. Pull in the horse into an abrupt stop, and raced in the approximate direction the scream came from.

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"You stupid bitch, I'll will fuck you up for what you did to my hand, and I do mean that literally," The hoarse man said. He was about to pick up another rock and throw it at her head, but the other man took it from.

"No Yamato (an: not the one from digimon) I want her to be alive when I'm fucking her, her death should be slow and painful-l if I do feel like killing her. It might be a waste to kill a beautiful creature like this. A terrible waste. A terrible waste you can profit from," the velvety man said. Apiece of cloth was tied around her mouth to keep her from crying. He rubbed a hand on her now exposed breasts. Fresh new tears began to form at Takara's dark brown spheres. She can smell the arousal on the handsome man. He held two hands above her on the ground, pressing his body up against hers. Takara could feel is rather large arousal on her thigh. She had never felt so disgusted in her entire life. He motioned for Yamato to take a hold of her as he began working her upper body. Bringing his hot mouth onto her pert breasts, he began suckling it tenderly a young hungry infant. This whole new change brought a surprise to Takara. She found herself fighting back an urge to moan. What was coming over her?

"Get the fuck off her!" Tasuki yelled furiously. His flaming hair matched the fire in his eyes. Tasuki could not believe the sight before. They had his woman beneath them. Rubbing their filthy unworthy hands on her. During that brief moment of time Tasuki thought about her, about them, he made up his mind. One, no one will ever have Takara, only him. Two, he really did love her.

"Shitmatta, Tasuki," The velvety voice cursed calmly. He quickly picked her up and held her one hand around her neck, one hand around the waist. Her blouse was still unbuttoned.

"Likken Shinen."

Fire began to spread like hot lava making a circle around Yamato. I caught fire on his shirt effortlessly. Yamato screamed up in pain, but his so-called leader could careless about helping him if it met risking the chance on Takara getting away. Quickly the fire began to work its way up to his chest then his head, the whole fire engulfing him, until he was nothing, but a burnt heap. When he was dead Tasuki turned his head to the man holding Takara with twice as much intensity and fire in his eyes. The senshi character engraved in his arm was glowing bright red.

"Ah, Tasuki we meet again, again also in vain," the man said.

"Give her back Kim," Tasuki said, gritting his teeth.

"No I don't think I can do that without me getting anything in return," Kim replied. Reaching his pocket to take out a shiny, sharp knife. He traced the knife a long her delicate skin from her stomach to her neck, stopping briefly at her chest. Takara let out a low cry.

"It's either I take her now, and later ya die, or ya die now, and later I take her," Tasuki said enraged. When he did get Takara back, he will have to pay, pay with his own life.

"Are you aware that he last time we battled I almost killed you. You're little fire is nothing compared to the power I withhold and you know that," Kim said laughing harshly.

"Enough with the small talk," Tasuki said. He didn't waste no time taking out the sword secured on the horse. Tasuki secured his fan on his back and retreated at Kim with his sword, at a full attack. Pushing Takara away in back of him, Kim countered the attack by using his repellent power making Tasuki crash into a nearby tree. Tasuki got up to come at him with his sword again, but he was just slammed he hard on his back to another tree. Every time Tasuki will retreat to fight, Kim will use his wind-like power to push Tasuki farther way. This intensely irritated him. This is not working, Tasuki thought. Just then, he got an idea. Tasuki got up again, and waited for him to use his powers against him, but this time when Kim used his wind, Tasuki pulled out his tesson. The wind combined with fire making the fire even more ferocious. Fire enclosed around Kim like a self built fence.

"No Tasuki!" Takara screamed. She tried to run, but sparks of fire caught onto her skirt. She cried as a hot sensation began to bury itself on the back of her thigh. Stop, drop, and roll, Takara recalled from her early childhood memories in preschool.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tasuki yelled. How could he have been so careless? At this time Tasuki hated himself more than ever. He quickly ran not caring if he would catch on fire in the process. Without even thinking, grabbed her skirt from a still clothed part and ripped it off, seeing it was the source of all the fire. Takara fell unconscious of bearing so much pain and smoke in her lungs.

"Ha you think you've see my power, watch-," a standing Kim stopped dead in his tracks and fell prostrate on the ground. Tasuki looked down to see a long sword piercing him at the neck, then looked up to see Kouji.

"Sorry I took so long, I kinda got lost. But when I saw that some red-head baka was over using his power of fire it led me the way," Kouji said. Tasuki looked around to see the fire was beginning to die down.

Tasuki nodded. "We've got to get Takara back to a doctor, she's definitely is gonna make it but she suffered some severe burns on her leg," Tasuki said. He wrapped his coat around her and picked her up to put her with his horse. Kouji who was already on his horse rode past them. He had to get back to Kalena as soon as possible, but he was also apprehensive to what awaited him. He was sure she was going to be mad, but he had no other choice, and she will thank him later, Kouji thought nodding to him self. It was approaching dark when they at last, made it to the gates of the Mt. Reikaku Bandits. Kouji secured both horses while Tasuki hurriedly carried Takara inside to his room for her to lie down, and then sent someone out for a doctor.

"I'm so sorry," Tasuki whispered. No matter how much he tried, he could never forgive his self for never really expressing his true feelings. Tasuki never actually had a real girlfriend, somebody to love. This was all new to him, and now he hurt the one person who just might be the only one to ever love him.

He didn't want to look at her wounds, but he knew he had to wrap it while. Takara stirred. Sometimes it takes a while for a doctor to come out the mountains if there even is one in town. The wounds wasn't as bad as Tasuki thought. It only covered a small portion of the back of her thigh. It was a small portion that could be healed quickly with the help of the special herbs that the doctors always carried.

"Damn why do I always wait until something happens to express my true feelings," Tasuki whispered closing his eyes.

"And just what exactly are you're true feelings?" a very awake Takara asked. She startled him by that question.

"I love you, Takara," Tasuki said seriously. Takara struggled to sit up to give Tasuki a hug, holding the thin cotton material of his sheets to her chest.

"I love you too," Takara said smiling though her pain. Tasuki tightened the embraced on her. He didn't want to ever let go of her. She felt so soft, so gentle and so fragile, so his, and he already made up his mind of that. It seemed like her body what meant fit directly in his. He could hold her forever. It hurt him to see Kim do that to her.

"I'm so sorry what happened, and I did mean what I said in the room, when I said I will make everything up to you. Yet, I know I shouldn't of been so dumb and not reveal my true feelings. Takara I love you and I told you not to go in those woods. You know have know idea how much you scared," Tasuki said. He needed to hold her tighter to reassure her, to reassure him.

"Oww," Takara winced in pain. She pulled back and dropped down the sheets she had around her to reveal the low but long cuts she had vertical her chest. Tasuki knew instantly that Kim had made them with his sword. All of a sudden Tasuki heart was filled heart hate again. Once a moment of true love and bliss was turned into a moment of powerful hate. He hated Kim for putting her through this, and he hated him self for letting her be put through this in the first place. He almost wished Kim were alive so that he could kill him again. Kill him more harsh and brutal than Kouji did. He didn't deserve to die like that. Kim should have been giving life story.

"That bastard," Taksuki said in a low harsh tone.

(an:I know I know this is very short but I'm going to be updating very, very soon. Maybe if people reviewed, it will be a lot faster. The next chapter is going to be one or two big juicy lemons since you've all waited so patiently).

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