InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Raiden no Ai ❯ Helpless and Desperate ( Chapter 2 )

Do do do Here is chapter 2. If anyone's still reading ^_^;

Raiden no Ai

Chapter 2: Helpless and Desperate

Akina sat atop Manten's storm cloud, frightened and nervous. She kept a grip on Manten. The red haired maiden was afriad that if she let go, she would plumment to her death. The wind was blowing quickly though her hair. The girl gazed around her, seeing the miniaturized roof tops of buildings and tiny tree tops that adorned the land. The view was quite pretty from so high up, but her feelings wouldn't let her enjoy it.. The girl's conscience and fear for others lives kept her from enjoying it. As she gazed to the side she could see Hiten, who was flying through the air with grace on his wheels of fire. He seemed to be having more fun getting there then anything else. How could one seem so carefree about killing others?

"Do you mind?" Manten asked.

"Huh?" Akina reverted her sights back to him.

"You don't have to bury your nails in my skin, I assure you, you won't fall. You should be lucky your not dead already." He snorted.

Akina looked down and loosened her grip. She returned her gaze to the houses below that seemed to pass slowly by as if one was riding in a carriage. The girl couldn't believe that she was doing this. Thousands of people were about to die, and it was all because of her. She had been so selfish, considering her life over a thousand others, but what options did she have at the time? How was she supposed to react?

"We're here..." she said quietly to Manten, as they came to a stop.

"So this is it huh?" Hiten said as he came to an abrupt stop. "Come on Manten, let's go!"

"Right." Manten nodded in agreement as they dove down upon the village like hungry vultures on unsuspecting prey. Manten landed a few feet on the outskirts while Hiten attacked head on. Manten sat Akina down on the ground.

"I'll give you fair warning. If you run, Hiten and I will kill you along with the others. If I were you, I'd remain at my spot until we return." Manten lumbered away.

"What have I done?" Akina asked hopelessly, tears welling up in her eyes. "Everyone is going to die and it's all my fault..."

Akins heard a faint explosion. Screams of pure anguish and agony rang throught the ail as it filled with their haunting song, like banshees wailing in the night. Akina gasped as she heard their screams. The seemed to echo through her head. She covered her ears, but she could still hear the blood curdling screams. She curled into a fetal position and wept to herself as Hiten and Manten destroyed the town and all around it. They slaughtered everyone, women, men, children, animals, warriors and commonfolk alike, all were dead and their village blasted to the ground. She could hear the malice in their voices and their evil laughter echoing though out the lands, as she covered her face and wept, her tears falling into the dry, gritty dirt. She was powerless to do anything, and she could not run. If she did run, they would find her again and kill her. If she tried to stop them, her fate would be the same. She remembered Manten's words...

"You should be lucky you’re not dead already."

It was true, she should be lucky. Why did they keep her around? She supposed she should be happy that she wasn't dead....Or should she? Was living in torment better then the silent call of death?

Two figures approached her, it was Hiten and Manten. She looked up from her position and saw them.

"I can't believe she didn't leave. " Manten said in amazement. He thought that she would surely have fled while the village had been destroyed. Everyone was dead....Everyone....Where could she go? Why would she go? What compelled her to stay? Perhaps it was because she thought her death would be more brutal if she had tried to escape.

"Get up." She heard Hiten's blunt, commanding voice ring. She rose up slowly to her feet, crystal tears running down her face.

"Stop crying!" Hiten shouted again.

Akina wiped her tears with the sleeves of kimono and sniveled. She looked at them and received nothing. No sympathy for what she was dealing with, no comfort, no kind words. Only rough touch and cold stares. They had been so cold. Not like any human entity, and they seemed to lack a heart in general. Cold, unmoving, empty. Emptiness. This is what she could feel from them. Malice and hatred, pure evil seemed to seep through their bodies. She received no love here. The kindest word she had been called was wench. Though she said her name aloud, they did not care. She was not an individual to them, she was just some mortal girl. A girl with no name and no identity. She would have to bend and put up with them or die. What options were left? She was powerless to stop them. She was weak. Weak and defenseless.

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Akina sat on the cold, hard ground in fear and dread. She could hear the screams echo in her head. She could hear the pit pat of shoes walking around that cold, drab building and the evil laughter of the two brothers. Akina felt utter despair. She wanted to die, and felt as if she would if she didn't get out. She had witnessed everyone in the village's death. Surely they would not let her go now. Akina looked miserable, sitting there, drowning in her own sorrow.

Hiten entered the room and momentarily glanced at her.

"Why don't you get up and start feeling grateful we spared you?" He asked coldly.

Akina's head rose and she set her sights upon the youthful youkai. She rose to her feet and sighed.

"Well," Hiten said impatiently. "You going to stand there or what?"

".........." Akina didn't respond to Hiten. He walked up to her, tall and proud and bumped her shoulder with his chest. She stood there, submissively. How could she not? He didn't have to be beside her for her to know that he was imtimidating. She was miserable. The thunder youkai looked down upon her.

"I don't know where to go..." Akina trailed aimlessly, threatening tears.

"Then you can follow me around." Hiten ordered, crudely pushing her infront him and forcing her to walk. Akina plodded slowly infront of him, like a marionette, responding to his every move. She entered the next room and sat at the old wooden table and stared at the Rageki-jin, looking at her reflection, distorted in the blade.

"Want me to polish your weapon?" She asked. She received a cold stare from Hiten.

"You honestly think I'm going to do something to you? If I did I'd just get murdered violently by Manten." Akina sighed.

"Fine then, you'd better do a good job. " Hiten sneered.

Akina walked over and got a small rag and took the Rageki-jin in her arms. She began to rub gently on the blade of the Rageki-jin, and sat quietly as she shined the Rageki-jin, being careful not to scratch it and upset Hiten further.

Hiten and Manten stood in the next room talking to one another silently. Akina could hear faint mumbles and low laughter from the other room.

"So, do you think I should eat her An-chan?" Manten questioned.

"I think I'll keep her around a while. She's like a mindless slave, I think she shall prove promising." Hiten told his brother to whom he bore no resemblance.

Hiten and Manten returned to the room, where the young red haired girl sat upon her knees and the Rageki-jin lay horizontally at her knees on the floor. It looked brand new and shone like a finely polished sword. Hiten looked a bit surprised, his eyes widened slightly and his eye brows rose, a frown still hanging upon his face. He had been impressed with her work. He picked up the Rageki-jin and examined it. There were no less impuriteis than before, and it even looked better than it ever had. He looked at it and gazed at his own reflection in the blade.

"I can always do it again, if you don't like it." She finally said in a small voice.

"She aims to please." Manten said lowly.

"No, this is fine." Hiten looked at her, slightly amazed at her work. Akina let out a small sigh.

"Come and eat with us, Akina." Hiten smirked as he turned to walk into the kitchen area. Akina arose and followed obediently. Why? Why had she been prolonging death? She felt as if she wanted it, she could have easily killed herself with Rageki-jin when she had the chance, so why didn't she?

Akina walked into the kitchen, there was no food there. Hiten sat at the table and laid one arm upon the tabletop.

"I suppose I am to cook." Akina said.

"Since you offered." Hiten huffed.

"What would you like?" Akina asked, hoping for it to not be anything too strange. After all, she did not feel like frying up a human for the malicious brothers. She had witnessed enough for one day and did not want to be pushed over the edge. Luckily Hiten gave her a small refrain.

"Whatever dish you can prepare the best."

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There is the end of chapter 2. R&R and tell me how I'm doing. Am I bad, good, or you can just say something outrageously stupid I don't care as long as I get a review. I love to read them and they make me feel good if I write a good fic, if not they tell me how to improve. And thank you to my beta reader, Jazzy! ^_^

This chapter has also been revised.