Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Twilight Sky ❯ I'm Coming For You ( Chapter 8 )

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Twilight Sky
Chapter eight: I'm coming for you



Anubis-



'I don't care what the others say, I want that boy!' Anubis pulled at the chains that bound him, but they weren't budging. 'He'll be mine, if it's the last thing I ever do!'

"Don't bother." Sh'ten who was writing quietly at his desk with his back to Anubis spoke without even turning around. "Rajura had us use some kind of silver and steel metal to chain you up with. He says you can't get out of it and he's usually right." Sh'ten turned around and smirked at Anubis. "You know, I rather like seeing you helpless there." He let his eyes travel up and down and it was only then that Anubis realized he'd been undressed before he'd been put to bed. "Maybe we could play for a bit before Rajura takes you out of there." He stood up and went to kneel on the foot at Anubis' bed and took one of Anubis' feet in his hands, massaging it with his deft hands. "I'll bet I can make you forget your little firefly."

Anubis didn't like Sh'ten talking about Ryo.

Sh'ten smiled, his sensuous mouth curling mischievously at the corners and he crawled up the length of Anubis' body until they were face to face. With his long fingers, Sh'ten rubbed Anubis' face and traced the cross shaped scar under his eye. "You don't look like you slept well."

"I had a nightmare." Anubis told him, speaking for the first time since. "A dream of long ago." While he said this, Anubis was trying to decide what to do. He could escape. Sh'ten, a fearless, terrible warrior without match, was a child in many ways. He could be manipulated. But did Anubis really want to betray Sh'ten's trust?

Out of the corner of his eye Anubis saw Lightfoot looking at him. She didn't move, but said, 'Think. What doest thou truly wish for? This one is thy brother in all but blood, but Ryo waits for thee.'

Sh'ten was licking Anubis' throat, but all Anubis could think of was Ryo's sad, gentle eyes. 'How do you know Ryo?'

'Follow thine heart, my brother.' Lightfoot stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Anubis alone to make his choice.

In the end, it wasn't a terribly difficult choice and Anubis began to moan and writhe under Sh'ten's advances. It wasn't exactly an act, though. Sh'ten had a talent when it came to sex. It wasn't hard to get excited and Anubis didn't even have to worry that he'd hurt Sh'ten, really. Sh'ten would only like it the more he was hurt.

"'Ten." Anubis let out the word in a sultry growl as he arched up as much as he could. "Let me loose, I need to move around a bit. I want to touch you."

"Do you think I'm fool enough to risk Rajura's wrath?" Sh'ten muttered as he ran his fingers up and down Anubis' chest. "Besides," Sh'ten sat up, straddling Anubis' knees, and pouted. "I still have a headache from when you took blood from that Ryo boy."

"I apologize." Anubis didn't have to act at all for that. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt his brothers, but he really couldn't help it. Next time, he'd be sure to block his mind. And there would be a next time! "Please, I need you, Sh'ten." For emphasis, Anubis made his all ready deep voice sound as gravely as possible. But Sh'ten wasn't to be tricked so easily.

"Don't worry," Sh'ten reassured him. "You just lay back and relax and let me do all the work."

That, though sounding pleasant, wouldn't help Anubis to get free. Still, Sh'ten was coming recklessly close to Anubis' mouth. There was just the problem about what would happen if Rajura or Naaza found out what he was going to do.

"Block your mind." Anubis told Sh'ten. "I want this to be just between us." It wasn't an unreasonable request and Sh'ten was used to the fact that Anubis often preferred privacy in such matters. "I don't want the others to feel it."

Sh'ten did as Anubis asked without question and leaned down to kiss Anubis. Anubis lay back and not only let Sh'ten kiss him, but he kissed back as passionately as he ever had... "I'm sorry." He said, letting his fangs show. "I never got to finish with you earlier. Will you let me taste you now?"

Sh'ten pulled the collar of his kimono down and grinned hungrily. "What do you think?" Sh'ten happily turned his head for Anubis and obligingly put his throat right at Anubis' mouth. "Just don't take to much. Old Baggy Eyes Arago wants me to do some work for him later."

Anubis didn't reply, but quickly sunk his fangs into Sh'ten's throat. At first, Sh'ten was happy enough, moaning and groaning with pleasure, but then he started to resist. "Anubis, that's enough." He said, trying to turn away a bit. "I said only a little."

But Anubis didn't stop. He tightened his mouth around the flesh of Sh'ten's throat and began to suck harder, drawing out all the blood he could and greedily drinking it down as quickly as he could. Though Anubis didn't rely on blood to actually live, he could go years without it, the more blood he had the strong he was.

"What are you doing?!" Sh'ten began to twist and fight, thrashing as he tried to push away from Anubis. The fighting actually wasn't a good idea because it made blood pump faster which only helped Anubis. "Let go! Anubis, let go!"

As drank Sh'ten's blood, Anubis could, as he always did, feel everything Sh'ten was feeling at that moment. Abraham had once said that full blood vampires could even see memories of their victims when they drank the blood, but Anubis could only get emotions. It was different than the normal link he had with his brothers. With that, he knew what they were feeling, but tasting blood meant that Anubis actually felt what Sh'ten was feeling and had to work to separate himself from it.

Fear. Confusion. Anger. Those were the primary emotions, but underneath those, he could feel that Sh'ten's pleasure. Even though he thought Anubis might really kill him, Sh'ten couldn't help but enjoying it.

Finally, Sh'ten collapsed weakly on top of Anubis and Anubis withdrew his fangs. He snarled, and looked up at the shackles holding his wrists. Yank after yank Anubis pulled until he thought the bed would break under him, but still the chains held tight. Anubis looked around for a solution and found Sh'ten, only barely awake.

"Sh'ten." He whispered softly. "Sh'ten, wake up."

With a groggily moan, Sh'ten opened his eyes and looked at Anubis. "'Nubie?"

"Yes." Anubis knew he'd have to do this quickly while Sh'ten was still dazed and confused from the blood loss. "Sh'ten, you need to get the key."

"Key?" Sh'ten sat up slowly and blinked at Anubis several times, as if he couldn't quite clear his mind.

"Key. Get the key and unlock me."

Obediently, Sh'ten got off Anubis and staggered to a cabinet in the corner of the room. He fell once while he was walking, but eventually made it to the cabinet. Finding the key took a moment and Anubis was beginning to worry that Sh'ten would start to realize what he was doing, but, soon enough, Sh'ten found the key and brought it back and fumbled around while unlocking Anubis' bonds.

After his first hand was free, Anubis seized the key from Sh'ten and quickly unlocked the rest of his chains. With Sh'ten blood filling him, Anubis jumped off the bed, his energy and strength feeling boundless. 'Now to go find Ryo!' He thought, only remembering that Sh'ten was still staring at him as he paused at the door. "Sh'ten, lay down. You look tired." He certainly didn't want Sh'ten to pass out while he stood there. "Go to sleep."

Sh'ten nodded dumbly, climbed onto Anubis' bed, and lay down without a word. He was asleep before Anubis turned to leave.

'I don't want Rajura or Naaza to know I'm leaving though.' That thought made him slow his pace but not stop as he ran down the corridors. 'They'll find me soon enough anyway, but if I can hide for a little while I can be with Ryo longer.'

It was at that moment that Anubis heard a voice he hadn't heard in centuries. Yami. 'Why don't you use another form?' It asked him.

Anubis had long since gotten used to the voice in his mind, especially after Rajura had told him that they all had the 'voice' of their yoroi. But if Rajura knew how or why the voice spoke to them, he never told.

'Good idea.' Anubis paused and closed his eyes, letting the transformation overcome him. It was a slow, painless change and when Anubis opened his eyes, he was no longer even close to being human. As a wolf Anubis was a fine specimen. He was ink black and as strongly muscled as he had been as a human. It was time to go find Ryo.





Ryo-





Ryo didn't like the man that was following them. He wasn't sure why and he couldn't even say for certain that the man was following them. It could be just a coincidence that the stranger happened to go in all the same stores in the mall as he and Xiu did.

The stranger was tall and so thin that he made Ryo think of a scarecrow, with his long gangly arms and legs and the short cut hair that had the appearance of black straw sticking out from under a well used wide brimmed hat. The man kept smiling and, for some reason, it put Ryo on edge. He didn't trust people who smiled all the time.

"Okay," Xiu said, bringing Ryo's attention back to the reason they were in the mall in the first still large stack of yen for Xiu to see. He was looking forward to spending every bit of it. Ryo didn't like even looking at the money; it brought back to many memories.

Bishop Brannon for one. That was one man Ryo desperately wanted to forget.

Xiu counted out Ryo's money and thought for a minute. "All right, you've got plenty." Then, with a flourishing gesture, Xiu indicated a clothes store. "Let's go get you some more clothes. You must be getting just a bit tired of wearing Seiji's old stuff, huh?"

Ryo shrugged as best as he could with his arms so full of bags. It didn't matter to him much, so long as he had something to wear. But he had to get rid of this money somehow and getting some clothes seemed like a good start. At least now Ryo had a brand-new uniform that actually fit and two pair of new sneakers along with jeans and a few shirts.

"Yeah, well," Xiu said, pulling him to the next store. "The rest of us do mind. How do you think it makes us look, as your friends, to have you wandering around in clothes that don't fit? People are going to think we don't take care of you. Ryo, are you listening?"

While Xiu was talking, Ryo had looked over his shoulder again to see the man who was following them. The man looked strangely familiar, like Ryo should know him. It wouldn't be all that much of a surprise, really, since Ryo had met so many people in his life of wandering. But there was something about this man's face that made Ryo's mind scream at him, telling him that he should know this person.

"Ryo?" Xiu shook Ryo's shoulder, only to have Ryo jerk away. He knew why he wasn't letting his friends touch him, but Ryo didn't seem able to stop. He did feel bad about the hurt look on Xiu's face. But Xiu covered it quickly with one of his wide grins. "Why don't we quit for the day, huh? I've still got a pile of homework waiting for me and we've got school tomorrow and...and..." Xiu's voice trailed off and he looked over Ryo's shoulder. "Is it just me or has that guy been following us for a while?"

Ryo was going to turn around to see if it was the same man he'd just been watching, but Xiu caught his shoulder and made him stay still. Ryo winced under Xiu's hand. 'No wonder no one wants to fight with him," Ryo thought. 'He really is built like an ox!' Xiu was hurting Ryo without thinking about it. Granted, it wasn't enough to even leave a mark, but Ryo couldn't help but be impressed with Xiu's strength.

"Don't turn around, I don't want him to think we're watching him if he's up to no good." Xiu took his hand off Ryo's shoulder. "Have you ever seen a tall, skinny guy with a shaved head? He's about six foot one and kind of bony."

Ryo shook his head. "I s-saw him before. He looks familiar, but I c-can't say where I've s-seen him."

Xiu smiled, but said, "I don't like him. There's something wrong about him. Let's go, I'll walk you home."

They left the mall with Xiu casually glancing over his shoulder every now and again until he finally pronounced, "Okay, I think he's gone. There are all kinds of weirdo's in the world, Ryo, you can't be to careful. Who knows what that guy's problem was?"

Ryo almost laughed, but he knew that doing that would only hurt Xiu's feelings. He knew far better than Xiu about the dangerous kinds of weirdo's that wandered the world, but here was Xiu trying to protect him. Ryo couldn't stop the smile. He'd never thought that he'd have such good friends like he had now.

Most of the walk went by uneventfully, except for Xiu's talking, until they reached Seiji's house.

"Ummm..." Xiu frowned at what he saw sitting in Seiji's front yard. "Is that yours?"

Ryo blinked at the large black dog and shook his head. He'd never seen the wolf before, but it did seem familiar. Maybe he'd seen it around the neighborhood somewhere. "No, I..." Before Ryo could say another word, the huge dog bound over to them and jumped up so it's forelegs were up on Ryo's shoulders and it licked his face enthusiastically. Ryo couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up inside him. He started petting the dog on the head and back.

Xiu reached out to pet the dog, too. "Careful, Ryo. Your tiger is gonna get jealous...whoa!" Xiu jerked his hand away when the tiger snapped at him viciously. Xiu looked at his hand that had narrowly escaped uninjured and then gave Ryo a crooked grin. "I guess it knows who it likes, huh?"

"Yeah, I..." The smile left Ryo's face when he turned left and happened to notice they were standing next to the graveyard where his granma had been buried. It wasn't so much that this was where his granma was that shocked Ryo as what he saw when his eyes landed on his granma's tombstone.

(I don't like this part)

Swears had been spray painted in bright orange and purple. Something heavy had been smashed against the tombstone and a corner had broken off.

(It just sounds wrong.)


Ryo's mouth fell open in horror and he pushed the dog away from him before he started walking slowly into the graveyard. 'No, no, no, no.' Ryo staggered once, he wasn't looking where he was going, but when he finally made it to the defaced stone, Ryo felt the tears burning his eyes. 'Who would do such a thing?! Who?' There was no reason for such a disgusting crime and Ryo, once again, felt himself feeling completely helpless. He wanted to fall down and scream that someone would do such a heinous thing.

Ryo's legs started to buckle under him when he realized what he was doing. 'I can't break down now!' He told himself firmly. 'If my friends are going to stick up for me and try to take care of me, then the least I can do is try to take care of myself.' Ryo turned away from the gravestone and started walking away.

"Ryo?" Xiu called with concern in his voice and started chasing after Ryo. "Where are you going?"

"Home." Ryo said through clenched teeth. "I need soap and water." For the first time in a long, long time, Ryo didn't stutter, not even once.





Seiji-





Seij i wished he'd been able to go with Ryo to get some new clothes, but there were other, things to take care of. Those other things was what had brought Seiji to Shin's house at Touma's request. Standing on the sidewalk, Seiji watched the half a dozen or so reporters and wondered why they didn't get tired and just go home. Did they plan to stay out here until Friday and the day of the trial? Seiji began to make his way to the backdoor of the house.

He never saw the shaven haired man watching him intently.

Ever since the reporters and photographers had started hanging around outside Shin's front door, Shin had told all his friends that if they wanted to visit they should go in the back door, so that was what Seiji did. He pushed his way passed the big bushes of Shin's back garden and was almost at the door when a woman wearing a predatory smile jumped out at him. His first thought when he saw her was how much she resembled a shark.

"Hello!" She nearly yelled. "Are you a friend of the accused? Can I get a few words for our paper?"

Seiji was shocked at the utter rudeness of this woman. She was so eager to get a story that she'd resorted to hiding out in someone's backyard. "Madam," He said coldly. "Are you aware that you are trespassing?"

The reporter wasn't even a bit phased by the question and continued with one of her own. "Are you a friend of Mouri-san or Hashiba-san? Have you come to offer any support?"

'So,' Seiji thought. 'She wants to play. I think I can do that.' "Trespassing is still against the law, you know. You should be waiting with the other vultures out front."

She flinched at that, but kept going. "Tell me, do you believe the story that Hashiba-san was defending himself or was it all instigated by this European friend of his? Perhaps they were attempting to rob Hashiba-san's father?"

"I don't know why the police allow lurking." Seiji went on as if he didn't even hear her. "I think I'll give them a call and ask them about this." He let a smile cross his face. "If you really are doing something illegal, it shouldn't be to hard to sue your newspaper. Maybe I can get some money out of this deal for myself."

The threat of suing was apparently to much for the woman and she beat a hasty retreat back to the front sidewalk to wait with everyone else and Seiji was whistling when he knocked on Shin's door. 'That was fun.' He thought to himself.

For a long time no one answered the door, but just when Seiji was getting ready to walk away Shin flung open the door and pulled him inside. "Come on!" Shin said, urging him in towards the living room. "Come on, you have to see it!"

In the living room Touma was sitting on the couch and stared at the television with a horrified expression. "Oh my God." He breathed, staring at the television. "Oh my God. Oh my God."

Shin was a little more coherent and told Seiji, "We saw earlier, Ryo's friends!" It was the news, Seiji realized. On the television were two pictures, one of a fine-featured young man with brightly dyed pink hair and one of a girl with dark red hair. The newscaster was speaking,

"The suspected criminal, a man who refused to give any name to the police other than Joji, was released from jail after paying his bond with a jade earring, reported to be worth nearly one hundred thousand yen. Joji was suspected of murdering an unnamed prostitute. He was found after his release in the apartment of Fujimi Masao, a suspected pimp who also happened to have been the witness to the murder. Both Joji and Fujimi were found dead and, again, it looks like this murder can be pinned on Joji. Joji apparently committed suicide after killing Fujimi. The police suspect that there might be a connection as the unnamed prostitute apparently worked for Fujimi, but there is no certainty."

Seiji had long since stopped watching the television and had his eyes fixed on Touma and Shin's face. Both boys looked like they were in shock. "This can't be happening." Touma said, shaking his head. "This just isn't right."

"You said they were Ryo's friends?" Seiji finally asked after waiting for an explanation and getting none.

"Yes. They are...were friends of Ryo's." Touma told him, aghast. "I met them a while ago and I know Joji wouldn't have hurt Yoko. They're both dead?" He ran a hand through his hair. "How am I going to tell Ryo?"




Outside Shin's house-




My son. Oh, my precious, beautiful son. I'm coming for you.




To be continued...