Magic Knight Rayearth Fan Fiction ❯ Among Gods ❯ chapter 3 ( Chapter 2 )

AN: holy flying cows, just rereading the last two chapters I caught an insane amount of mistakes, so I will be revising those chapters this week. I'll probably put another chapter up after those.

Also, sorry for taking so long. I haven't updated ANY of my stories... >.> I even have an entire chapter for “Angelic Chains” done; I just need to revise and upload it.

So without further ado, “Among Gods”.

 

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“Where is your sister? You two are never parted, is she still shy as to hide in the shadows? That girl never had any backbone.” At this the man visibly tensed, anger radiating off of him in sheets.

“Never talk about her that way!”

“Azsaruu, where is Azelea? You dare leave her alone? Or have you gotten sick of her too?” Tris yelled, the loudness echoing off the walls.

“You will pay!”

 

It came as a shock. He wielded a sword from nowhere, as black as a crow, charging toward Tris at a great speed. The woman just looked indifferent, pushing Thao further behind her. Everything moved in slow motion to the knights. The enemy's sword was just centimeters from Tris, and they lurched forward in an attempt to defend her. In a flash of white, the knights were being held back by members of their party. Umi and Hikaru fought blindly, just wanting to help the girl, Fuu took the time to service their surroundings.

“Hikaru, Umi stop struggling. Look.” The two stubborn knights continued to struggle but followed their fellow knight's out stretched arm. The man who had intent on attacking the woman, lay face down on the floor a good forty feet away. A blood smear about the width of his body stood as proof of where he had landed and slide after the attack. Shakily standing, the man held his side delicately, obviously severely wounded.

“I'm quite shocked mother, that you would hurt me so.” Indeed a hurt and surprised look stood behind the pain in the man's eyes.

“You deserve all that you get Azsaruu. To attack your mother is one thing, to do it so viciously is another. Tell me, has Oliver sent you?” Azsaruu grimaced, finally choosing to sit on the ground, his wound too much to stand. Grinning up at Tristis he responded

“I see you have not grown weak in the years, I was foolish to underestimate you. Yes, father sent us to fetch you.” The man clenched his jaw in a surge of pain, a red puddle formed were he lay. Tristis took a step towards him, her footfalls soundless. Cleft grabbed her elbow before she could move any further. At the same time a circular shadow formed next to Azsaruu's side, slowly taking the form of a girl. Blond hair, pale red eyes, and bronzy skin; the complete twin to Azsaruu. The girl cooed over her brother, her shaking fingers reaching for the wound. Tristis took another step forward.

“Azelea, don't. You'll only make it worse.” The girl looked up, hate rolling deep in her irises. Drawing her sword she readied herself for a charge at her mother.

 

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Oliver paced, it seemed to him he did that a lot lately. His head throbbed terribly, and his breathing was quite erratic. There was a knock on the door, it shattered the pounding silence.

“Come in.” his anger rolled and tossed, his worry the white caps on the waves.

“My liege, I beg your pardon, but Prince Zephyr is here, and wishes for an audience with you.” A nodded was all the guest needed to enter, graceful and strong, he looked to be gliding along. His arms lay hidden in his charcoal colored robe, folded in front of him, and he only offered Oliver a slight bow of the head.

“So you have gotten wind of this have you?” Oliver scanned his eldest son over. The twenty year old looked every part of the god he was. His black and red highlighted hair was considerably shorter from five years ago, and was held up in a high ponytail. He took greatly after his mother, with coal for eyes, and porcelain white skin. His features were soft, with a strong jaw line, and high cheekbones. Zephyr just nodded again, no display of emotion once. Oliver regarded him coolly.

“Has Luna come with you?” He had not seen his youngest daughter since she was six years old. Another nod.

“She is off to find Eclipse and Solei. I take it you didn't let them run off have you?” His voice was quiet, and soft on the ears. It was a sound that would never become grating over time, more like a sound that the body urged for. Oliver turned away sharply.

“You wished to speak to me; I can only guess it would be about Tris. Go ahead, I'm waiting.” Oliver now remembered why Zephyr had gone at the tender age of fifteen. The boy was incredibly smart. Too smart for such a young (at the time) age, and his precise words cut straight to the heart, and he was sorely blunt too.

“Sending Azsaruu was unwise. He can not control his anger, and will make many mistakes. Azelea is sure to step in, and she is not the greatest of warriors either. You are also not thinking straight, blinded by your own possessiveness. Mother can not return to this realm. I take it you didn't read the entirety of her passage?” A brown leather bound book appeared in his hands.

“What's your point Zeph?” Oliver began to pace, the return of his son had momentarily covered his anger; it was returning full force.

“Mother has given in her immortality, as well as the young one's. If you return them to here while they are still flesh bound, they will both die.

 

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Azelea took a sprint forward, and everyone readied for another fight, but it never came. The girl had sprinted right onto the smeared blood, and lost her footing. She then took a tumble to the floor, landing hard on her backend. Tristis defused the entire situation by dropping to her knees and laughing. A small hand went up to cover her mouth.

“I'm sorry, she was never that graceful as a child, I could only expect that much.” Standing she was then ravaged by a fit of giggles as she walked her to the disgruntled girl, offering her a hand.

“I told you Azelea, you were never born a fighter.” Azelea only `hmphed', and stared down at her toes. Tristis then moved on to Azsaruu, kneeling down next to him.

After promptly telling him never to cross paths with his mother again, she placed her hand on his side. His bronzy skin had gone pale and clammy, his eyes clouded over; the wound had taken much blood form his body. A faint glow, the color of the sunrise spread from the palm of her hand outward, canvassing the entire wound. Minutes later there was nothing, not even a tear in the clothing he wore. Her eye lids dropped considerably, her breath becoming shallow and unsteady. A smile was placed on her lips though.

“See how tired you make me now. Always causing such trou..b..le….” her form slumped to the ground, her head resting on his shoulder.

 

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“What exactly do you mean by that?” The woman's voice was shrill, annoying loud. There was an exasperated sigh, and the twittering of birds in the background as a young man began to explain it again.

“As long as the mother is of mortal flesh, she can be killed. If we obtain the envious one, we will have a sure fire path straight to the lot of them. We must make sure those pesky gods stay where they are out of reach though.” The twittering of birds never ceased only grew louder.

“And how might I ask do you plan on doing that? With her in the realm, and those two meddling girls, and don't forget the Guru. He will hardly let them alone. I'm sure he is on to us by now. So tell me Rune, how do you plan on making this catastrophe work?” The shrill voice questioned. A loud squeak silenced the pestering birds, and brought fourth a bored face.

“Easy, we take the one thing they think we are after. Then in the fray, we kill the mother, and all will be well. From there we can take down those rats, one by one if need be. And Cephiro will be ours for the taking! Call it a revolution if you will.” A dreamy sigh followed Rune's explanation. A boy, younger then Rune gave another exasperated sigh with a role of his blue eyes.

`That's never going to work you fools. Do not underestimate the gods, or the Knights. This shall be your fall.' He then stared at the two cackling idiots.

“I'll take no part in this.” The cackling abruptly stopped, causing some escaping air to be swallowed and choked on. Another sigh, another roll of the eyes, another `idiots'.

 

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`Breathe deep Umi. Deep breathes. No reason to up and kill someone right now, right? I mean, she's a mother of…'Umi then proceeded to count off the number of children in her head. “…three kids?! What, that has got to be impossible! There is no way on earth! Or Cephiro, unless she's like Cleft, who ages differently?.” Slumping back onto the bed she heaved a sigh. She then began to mimic and make a mockery.

“Aw, my name is Tris, this is my son. Look I'm SO scary; I make giant evil monsters look like cheesecake! Oh! Just look at my fancy smanacy powers. I'm SO cool. Oh! Did I forget to mention, these are my other kids, `cause I just kept seems to keep my husbands hands off me. UUUHHHHH!!!!” She tried to drown out her screams by covering her face with a pillow, what little success that was! -knock- Eagle poked his head into the room.

“Umi? Are you ok? I thought I heard screaming.” By way of answer she threw the pillow at him, hitting her mark square on.

“I'll take that as a no then? What's the matter Umi?” his tone became patronizing, as if to say, `what now?'. Sitting up she gave him the best glare she could manage, earning a chuckle.

“Go away Eagle. I don't want to talk with you.” Once again she threw herself to the bed, trying her best to hide in the remaining pillow.

“Ok, that's fine with me. I don't need to deal with your problem…” She tried glaring through the pillow. Some how it didn't really work too well.

`I wonder why.' she thought at herself sarcastically.

“…but do you really want to sit here sulking all day?” Groaning she decide that he had a good point, and sat up with the pillow in her lap.

“I can't stand that girl! I can't believe a thing she says, oh wait, I'm forgetting myself. She hasn't told us anything that would give us any reason to trust her!

How can Clef walk around, treating her like a princess? It sickens me!” Once more she used the pillow to distill a scream of frustration.

“Perhaps, someone is feeling a bit territorial, and maybe possessive? Umi…” Eagle pried the pillow from her hands. “…You don't know her story. I can understand if you feel a little put out by all of this, but don't go throwing fingers at people until you know their motives. You should talk with Clef, and maybe even with Tris. I'm sure she'll clear everything. This is probably all a misunderstandin…”

“She's a whore!” Umi cut him off.

“Umi!” Shocked, and some what surprised at the term she used, and its context, Eagle chastised her.

“You should know better then to judge people before you know them. When we first met, I could have judged you to be a spoiled little brat whose parents gave her whatever she wanted.” She glared at him.

“I was not, and she is a whore!” Eagle lost it them. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her up from the bed, across the room, and out the door.

“Eagle, where are you taking me? Stop dragging me!” Eagle didn't answer, just speed up, rounding corner after corner till they reached their destination.

 

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Cleft had just finished explaining the situation to Ferio, (who would probably explain it to Fuu, but she was completely trustworthy) when Eagle came storming up with Umi in tow.

“Eagle, are you well?” The man looked ready to bite the next person's who disagreed with him head off. He pulled Umi forward and pushed her towards him.

“She is absolutely incorrigible! You deal with her.” Eagle then proceeded to sulk down the hall. Umi had to have the last word.

“You little puppy dog, you've got a crush on her don't you?!” Eagle whipped around and spat

“You little brat, you are such a rotten child, I don't know how anyone puts up with you!” then disappeared around the corner. Cleft was forced to place a hand over Umi's mouth to silence her string of profanities, he then lead her into his study.

 

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Ok, so I realize the characters may be a little out of well, character, but I didn't write the original story, nor did I create the original characters, so yah.

Oh, of course, Disclaimer. I do not own MKR, or the original characters. I own all my characters, and parts of the plot.

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