Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ This Is Forever ❯ Destined For Chaos ( Chapter 9 )
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Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.08.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 728 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.08.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 728 | Status: Work In Progress
This Is Forever
Chapter 16: “Destined For Chaos”
Kenshin and Kaoru made love every night after the wedding night, and still no one seemed to suspect or give noticed to their actions.
A week later, Aoshi and Misao came back from their honeymoon, only to have Okina start teasing them about how the honeymoon went, and how he could hear them at night, all though the Aoiya.
Aoshi, of course, said nothing and remained stolid; Misao, however, turned bright red, covered her ears with her hands.
“Not listening, not listening!” Misao yelled, shaking her head back and forth as Okina’s questions increased with more voice volume. “LALALALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”
Usually, when Misao was embarrassed, she would attack the person who was the source of it. Now, she was more mild, more prone to ignoring Okina rather than attack him.
“Well,” Okina said to Omasu, with Aoshi and Misao still in their company. “If I would’ve know that all Misao needed to act more mature was her deflowering, I would’ve let Aoshi do that a long time ago.”
Suddenly, Misao’s fist connected with Okina’s face, sending him flying across the room, and smacked into the wall.
With everything in Kyoto, and all around Japan peaceful, the Oniwaban had no choice but to return to their peaceful lives. Aoshi trained Misao in martial arts in order to increase her skills, upon Misao’s request, of course, although she knew that her husband held back the power of his attacks.
Kenshin and Kaoru also sword trained as well. Mostly, it was Kenshin who trained his lover the arts of Battoujitsu, in hopes that her swords skills would not be so inexperienced.
Two months passed, and not a single, major incident happened. Aoshi, Okina, and the rest of the Oniwaban had to go out of Kyoto to run errands. Misao had not been feeling well for the passed couple of says, so she had to stay behind, and Aoshi had Omasu watch over her while they were gone for five days.
On the third day of Misao spewing bile, and not eating, Omasu decided it was time to see a doctor about the young woman’s condition; and so she and Misao went to the Takani clinic to find out the reason for it.
After the appointment, the sun started to set, and Omasu and Misao walked back to the Aoiya. Both were silent about the news, and Misao did not know whether to feel happy about it, scared, or sad.
“Well,” Omasu said, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere. “Let me be the first to say congratulations!”
Misao silently nodded, her mind in a daze, and she placed a protective hand to her lower abdomen. “H-How will Aoshi react when he hears the news?”
“He’ll remain his usual stolid self, but, um, I think he’ll be happy about it.”
“I don’t think so,” Misao said sadly. “I knew from a very young age not to have children because of my heart condition, but as a child, I didn’t fully understand why. Now I know; Dr. Takani told me not to take my heart medicine because of the birth defects it would have on my child, but now I could be effected. I think Aoshi is not going to be too happy about not taking precautions.”
Omasu placed a hand on Misao’s shoulder, and tried to encourage the young woman.
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear the news. Aoshi-sama is not the type to tell you to terminate a life inside you, nor I think, would he be unreasonable during these nine months. Besides, I think he would agree with the doctor for you to take it easy.”
Misao was about to say something when there was laughter of men coming up from behind the two women. They spun around, and saw four men, their eyes dark without any sign of life, and that told them they were possessed by demons.
Omasu pulled Misao behind her protectively, knowing the men were out for blood. The four men tried to encircle the two women, but they kept backing away from them, never turning their backs on them.
“What do you want?” Omasu asked, a little too demanding, which told the four men that she was frightened.
Misao also tried to put up a brave front, but her heart was pounding in her ears, her legs trembled, and she could practically feel the lust that came off the men like a vile stench.
“We’re just looking for a good time.” one of the men said, and the women could hear the man’s voice combined with the demon’s voice, speaking in union, which could not be heard to untrained ears.
“Well, we’re not.” Omasu said, and she took out her discus weapon, preparing to fight. She whispered low so only Misao could hear. “Run, Misao.”
“What?” Misao said in disbelief, and she took out her kunai weapons. “I’m not leaving you!”
Omasu grabbed Misao’s arm, and roughly pushed her away.
“You have a baby to protect! Run now!”
Misao hesitated, but Omasu was not going to back down, and the four men were already too close for comfort. So Misao turned and ran as fast as she could towards the Aoiya, towards home; the sound of Omasu fighting off four men echoed in her ears.
Run faster! Misao squeezed her eyes shut when she heard Omasu scream. Run faster!
She made it all the way to the Aoiya, her heart pounding in her ears, hurting in her chest, and beads of perspiration covered her skin. Misao took more gulps of air in, and tears filled her eyes. She left Omasu behind, and she did not know what was happening to her friend.
Misao placed her back up against the wall of the Aoiya behind her, slid down, and buried her head in her legs, and breathed more. She had to go back! She had to find out what happened to Omasu! Oniwaban members never leave their comrades!
Misao stood up with new determination and she ran back to where Omasu was, her legs already aching, and her heart hurt. Upon returning to the scene, she saw the four men already gone, and Omasu was lying on the ground, torn, raped, bleeding.
Misao cautiously crept closer, not seeing Omasu’s face, for it was turned away from her. The young ninja leaned down and turned her friend’s face towards her, and Misao’s heart stopped, her breath hitched in her throat.
Omasu’s eyes, that were so full of life, were now dim, looked at nothing, and Misao knew, then, that her friend was dead.
“Our time with her was all too short.” a creepy voice said behind Misao, and she recognized it as one of the four men earlier. “Now that you’ve returned, we can continue having fun.”
Misao stood up, her kunai weapons ready. She turned around to face the four men, seething, impossibly angry, and she positioned herself for attack.
One of the men attacked, and Misao threw her kunai at the man, and the weapons struck true; a little too true. The man stopped in his attack, looked down at the small knives embedded in his chest, one of them close to his heart, and then back up to the young woman who threw them.
Normally, Misao would try to perform an exorcism on possessed people, but through her rage, and the mourning for the loss of Omasu, she lost all her reasoning. Plus, the four men were going to rape her, and probably kill her afterwards.
Misao jumped at the man with a war cry, and struck her palm on the one kunai that was closest to the man’s heart, and it sank through to the vessel, the blade tearing it apart with every heartbeat; and finally gave out, and the man died.
The other three men looked on in disbelief, and Misao readied her spiritual power to form in the palm of her hand; a bright, shining white light that lit up the surrounding neighborhood, and she threw it at one man, while she used the same power to throw one of her kunai right through the same man’s head.
When the second man dropped to the ground, dead, the other two attacked in unison, hoping that two together would perform better than individually.
Misao defended herself against the two men’s attacks with the kempo arts that Aoshi taught her, while landing a few kempo blows on the two. One of the men, however, grabbed Misao’s two arms, locking them with his arms behind her, rending her defenseless.
The other man came at Misao with a fist, ready to connect the blow to her abdomen when Misao used the man behind her as leverage to jump up and kick the other attacking man, sending him flying across 5 feet.
She flipped over the other man, who was holding her arms, forcing him to release her, but Misao used their locked arms to slam the man down on the ground, grabbed the man’s face firmly in her hand, and cruelly blew his face away with her spiritual power.
Misao did not see the last man run to the scene, landed a blow to her face, which sent her flying 4 feet; but she regained her footing in midair, landed on her feet, but was still flying back. Her feet scrapped the ground, causing indents in the dirt from her forced braking; blood trickled out in a thin line from the corner of her lips
The man launched forward just as Misao stopped, prepared for another blow when he was suddenly cut to pieces by a very sharp sword.
Misao, soaked in the man’s blood, but still had her mind on kill mode, launched herself at her rescuer, not knowing if that person was an attacker. The rescuer grabbed both Misao’s wrists, and struggled with her.
“Hey, Hey! Priestess, it’s me!”
Misao stopped at looked at the redheaded man, but he had gold eyes; gold eyes meant demon. She was still in danger! She struggled once again, trying to kill her seemed-to-be attacker when another member promptly grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and Misao looked up, this time, seeing ice-blue eyes staring down at her.
Misao, breathing raggedly, as well as rapidly, but was otherwise alright, physically. Only when she was absolutely calm in Aoshi’s arms did her mind register that she killed three humans; possessed, wanting to rape and kill her, but humans nonetheless.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed Aoshi’s trench coat fiercely, and cried into his chest. The rest of the Oniwaban watched in disbelief at the scene they just came up on; their little Misao, so happy and innocent, had just killed three humans; their blood soaked the ground, and was splattered against the buildings.
The Oniwaban took Omasu’s body to the morgue in order to be cremated. Misao locked herself up in her room, crying every day, and the only person who could comfort her was, obviously, Aoshi.
“I suppose Aoshi would be the only one to understand Misao. After all, he has killed a few humans.” Okina explained to Kaoru and Soujiro.
After the last battle with Enishi, Akira was no longer allowed among them, and Soujiro made sure Tengoku, the King of the Heavens, knew of the young god’s treachery. Now, Akira was not even allowed back into heaven; his whereabouts were unknown to everyone.
OOOOOOOO
“Have you cut your ties with Tengoku?”
“Do I really have a choice?” Akira asked bitterly.
“You did have a choice when you decided to aid me in my conquest.” Hiko, God of Hell, pointed out to the young god. “Now, have you cut your ties with said Tengoku?”
“Hai.”
“Now, where does your loyalty lie?”
“With you, my lord.” Akira stated, bowing low on his knees to Hiko.
“Good; you may go now.” Hiko commanded with a wave of his hand. “You can go back and help Enishi with whatever he is doing.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Akira left, and Enishi came out from his hiding place, behind his father’s throne. He looked at the spot where the used-to-be god kneeled, and looked at his father.
“Do you really trust him?” Enishi asked.
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Hiko asked, his glare faced towards his son. “He’s a traitor to his own kind; if he does that, then he can’t be trusted at all.”
Enishi nodded in agreement before he asked, “What of Kenshin?”
Hiko shook his head, “Just as much of a traitor to his own kind as Akira is to his own kind. If he ever comes back, he’ll be given the worst punishment imaginable.”
Enishi smirked and informed, “You know, he’s grown quite fond of that goddess bitch, Kaoru.”
“How fond?” Hiko asked, raising an eyebrow, his interest suddenly increased.
“They have shared their bed with one another.”
Hiko’s eyes grew wide, and his mouth opened to the perfect round shape.
“You mean, that girl, Kaoru, is no longer the ‘virgin goddess?’” the Lord of Hell stated what he already knew. “How is Tengoku taking the news?”
“He doesn’t know.” Enishi said. “They always fuck each other at night.”
“What kind of spell did she put on Kenshin, to cause him to lay with her?”
“She cursed him with human emotions when they fought each other; caused a wound on his cheek from her Shinjitsu.”
“The Shijitsu sword, huh?” Hiko murmured darkly. “Alright, you’re free to go back to earth and finish Kaoru off, but most of all, bring Kenshin back here.”
Enishi nodded and left hell, his home, in order to bring his surroundings up to the once peaceful planet.
OOOOOO
“Events are not going to look up for us, or for earth.”
“So, what are we going to do, husband?” Tochi asked, looking down on the quite earth; quiet before the huge storm.
“We’re going to help Kaoru and the humans. I hope she has learned what I wanted her to.”
“It’s been months, Tengoku, I’m sure she’s learned something.”
Tengoku looked at his wife, and said, “But I want her to learn what her weakness is. She has to overcome it in order to be a full goddess.”
Tochi nodded to her husband, but then looked longingly down at the earth.
“I want our daughter home, though, husband.”
“She’ll be home soon enough.” Tengoku exclaimed, placing an arm around his wife’s waist. “We just have to prepare for war first.”
OOOOOO
Kenshin looked at the row of white roses in the Aoiya gardens. Each one unique; some were in full bloom, some were late. Some roses had peddles that grew more up, and some grew more down. All the roses were beautiful and smelled sweet, but they all paled in comparison to his sweet rose that smelled like plums and honey.
“Kenshin, what’re you doing here?”
Speaking of his “sweet rose,” she was there, always, inquiring about him.
“Just watching the roses.”
Kaoru looked at the famous flowers, and then back at Kenshin.
“What is so interesting about them?”
“Nothing,” Kenshin said, turning to his love. “Nothing at all.”
Kaoru looked cutely confused, and Kenshin could not help but smile. The demon seemed to smile easily now, and his face became more kind, his gold eyes were like a soft honey.
The goddess smiled warmly at her love, wishing that moments like this would never end, but sadly, they always do.
“Kenshin, there’s something I have to tell you.” Kaoru said, her demeanor becoming more serious.
“What is it?” Kenshin asked, his demeanor also changing.
“I..I just wanted to tell you that I’m...”
“You’re...?”
“I’m... pr--- pleased to always be around you.” Kaoru finally finished with a very phony smile plastered on her face.
Kenshin was not convinced, and he showed that by raising an eyebrow and said, “That’s great; now, what do you really want to tell me?”
“Promise me you won’t get angry, or freak out, or anything in that nature?” Kaoru inquired cautiously before pressing forward.
When a nod was her response, Kaoru said, “I’m pre--”
“Kaoru!” Yahiko yelled, seeming to be in a bit of panic. “You should see the news that’s on right now! Come on; hurry!”
The boy went back inside the Aoiya, waving his hand to follow him, and Kenshin turned to Kaoru and said, “What were you going to say? You’re what?”
“Oh, I’m taking precaution into what’s going on.” Kaoru stated with a smile. “Let’s find out what it is!”
Kenshin had the feeling that was not what Kaoru wanted to tell him, but he let it pass, and made a mental note to ask her about it later.
On the news, everything in Kyoto was in chaos; first, it started with the economy crashing, and then turned into buildings on fire, people were looting, raping, murdering, and everything despicable to everything decent was happening right before then, so fast that the news crew hardly had time to keep up.
One moment, a reporter was reporting live from south Kyoto, the next that person was cut off for another chaotic report from west Kyoto. A man killed another man in an armed robbery, a mother killed her children by drowning them in a pool, and the list just kept growing at a hectic rate.
The news cameras focused in on a man holding up a sign that read, “ARMAGEDDON IS HERE!!!”
Kenshin glanced at Kaoru, and shifted uncomfortably, but no one noticed, for their attention was completely on the television.
More disorderly events were popping up on the television that Okon finally exclaimed, “Wow, if any woman decides to have a baby at this time, she must be crazy!”
Both Misao and Kaoru glanced at Okon and shifted uncomfortably, but their actions remained unnoticed.
As horrible events kept coming up on the news, Okina finally said, “It’s time we stopped Enishi once and for all. This just cannot continue!”
The rest of the Oniwaban agreed, turned to Kenshin, and the demon said, “He’s at the mayor building of Kyoto, which I assume, is downtown.”
“We’ll go there and defeat him.” Aoshi said, and everyone prepared their weapons and fighting clothes.
In Aoshi and Misao’s room, he saw Misao getting her ninja clothes on, and preparing her kunai; her black hair was pulled back into the same braid, but it was still cute.
“No, Misao,” Aoshi said, sheathing his twin kodachi. “You’re not coming with us.”
“What?!” Misao cried, indignantly.
“You’re going to stay here, and I already told Okon and Okina to stay here to watch over you.” Aoshi stated calmly.
“That’s not fair! I’m not a child, and I can go if I want to!”
“You’re not going, no matter how much you yell. What happen to you was traumatic, and it would be best if you stayed here and rested.”
“Best for whom, Aoshi?!”
“You and me.”
By this time, Misao’s face was already wet with tears of frustration and hurt. She was being left out, so of course she would be hurt.
“I HATE YOU!” Misao screamed at the top of her lungs, and the words stung Aoshi, but he quietly left, also quietly closing the shoji door behind him.
OOOOOO
“Humans,” Enishi spat in disgust. “Such simple minded creatures. If they face one little hardship, they loose their minds.”
“Well, at least they produce good tasting children.” Ada complemented after she finished her meal. “That was delicious!”
“You really are demented and barbaric.” Enishi said, however, with a smirk on his face.
Ada smiled back, and sharpened her knife.
“Now what do we do?”
“You can call more children to you if you wish.”
Ada blanched, and rubbed her stomach.
“Demo, Eni-chan, I’m already so full!”
“You complained about not having any children to eat since you’ve been here, now I tell you to eat more until you explode.”
Ada slowly backed away from Enishi, and the demon grabbed his companion by the wrist, slammed her face down into her already prepared meal, and shouted, “I said eat!”
Ada lifted her head up from the bowl, her face plastered with broth and flesh. Enishi ran one index finger down Ada’s face, placed the same finger in his mouth, and suckled greedily.
“Tastes good,” Enishi complemented cruelly. “You don’t want that good food to go to waste, now, do you?”
Ada shook her head, and Enishi’s cruel smile grew.
“Good; now, eat.”
Ada picked up her spoon, dipped it in the bowl, and eat like her prince told her to. Her stomach hurt and rumbled in protest, but she ignored it; acquiring Enishi’s wrath was more painful.
“Eat faster.” Enishi commanded, his face void of all humor.
Ada tried to follow through with what her prince commanded her, but her stomach protested again. Enishi grabbed the spoon, forced Ada’s mouth open, and started shoveling the food into her mouth at a rapid rate.
“Swallow!” Enishi shouted, but Ada’s cheeks were already full of food, and puffed out like chipmunk cheeks; broth dribbled out her puckered lips.
“Swallow!” Enishi shouted again, and this time Ada did, taking in several gulps before emptying her mouth. Her stomach rumbled again, and she gagged, turned her face, and threw up several times on the floor.
“Now look what you did to the shiny floors.” Enishi said in disgust, shaking his head. “Lap it up until it’s clean.”
“Enishi-sama!” Akira called, rushing into the mayor building. “Battousai and his companions are headed this way.”
“I know,” Enishi said, his face contorted into a “and your point is?” expression. “I already talked to my brother, and he’s leading his companions into a trap.”
Akira froze, his mind trying to register the young prince’s words.
“He-He’s betraying them?”
“Well, not willingly,” Enishi chuckled. “I just gave him a little encouragement; but never mind that. Let them come and face the hell I have ready for them, starting with the girl.”
Enishi picked up the lock of jet black hair that laid on the table. He wrapped the stains around his fingers like a puppeteer preparing to ready his puppet.
“What do you mean?” Akira inquired as he watched the demon wrap human hair around his fingers.
“You weren’t there when I kidnapped her, but let’s just say, I gave her a mark for this specific reason. I let her go, and knew that I could use her again; I mean, use her in a cruel way.”
Enishi laughed at his little joke, which only he seemed to know the punch line.
“And you!” Enishi said, turning to kick Ada’s already swollen belly. She heaved and vomited again. “I said lap it up until it’s clean!”
OOOOOO
Misao laid on the futon, still in the room her and her husband shared, still crying in frustration and hurt. How could Aoshi leave her out like that?
Her mind demanded answers that she was not going to receive any time soon with Aoshi gone. Okon remained downstairs, knowing to leave Misao to herself, unless she wanted to face the girl’s wrath; and given Misao’s previous history, Okon did not want to get involved.
Misao’s brain slowly drifted into a cloud of blissful relaxation, which was suddenly interrupted when the tattoo she had on her left shoulder began to sear painfully. She cried out once in surprise and pain. The part of her brain, the id, that controlled everything now felt like it was being pulled away by invisible strings, and dragged to the back of the brain that controlled sleep.
The conscious of Misao felt locked away, only able to look through her eyes like watching a movie. Then, she felt her memories being scanned by a foreign invader; everything she knew, that person now knew. Her love for Aoshi, information and memories for the past several months, and even her pregnancy.
A laugh erupted out of her body, but it was not only her laugh, it was in unison with the invader. It was creepy, maniacal laugh that sounded so familiar that Misao shuddered when she realized who it was.
Enishi.
Misao saw her body get up on its feet, but she did not feel anything; it was like being stuck in a movable jar. Her body turned and walked out of the room, down the stairs, passed Okon and Okina, and out the door.
Okon and Okina called for her, and she turned to look over her shoulder. Misao saw both Oniwaban members faces turned to shock, so they must have seen something in her eyes. The young woman had to assume it was the same dark, blank eyes she had seen on other possessed people before.
Enishi, controlling her body, turned her head back around and darted off to whatever destination he wanted her to go.
OOOOOO
Enishi, with his eyes closed and his mind concentrating on what the images produced in his mind, moved his fingers like a puppeteer controlling his puppet, the black strains of hair still wrapped around his fingers.
Ada laid on the floor, passed out from her excursions of forced gluttony, a thin line of bile trailed out the corner of her mouth.
“There they are.” Enishi said to himself, his fingers moving at a more rapidly.
OOOOOO
The group of mortals and immortals stopped abruptly when they saw Misao leaning against a tree, her head lifted up to take in the warm sunlight, and her eyes closed.
“Misao,” Aoshi said in a stern voice. “What’re you doing here? I said you can’t go this time.”
“Oh, Anata.” Misao’s voice said, sarcastically.
The group froze when they heard the mixture of Misao’s own voice, and Enishi’s voice coming out of the body that was Misao. She, or rather, he propped her back on her feet, turned to the group and opened the eyelids.
The eyes, so blue and beautiful, were now dull and lifeless like a doll. It was Misao’s body, and yet it was not Misao. The young woman pointed her finger at the group with one hand, and in the other, she readied her kunai.
“I challenge someone here to a fight.” Misao/Enishi stated, and the group looked around at one another, wondering who would fight their best friend.
“I accept.”
“Aoshi?” Kaoru gasped, not knowing why the husband of her friend would fight his wife.
“When a demon possesses a human from a distance,” Aoshi explained so only Kaoru could hear. “They are most vulnerable because they have to concentrate only on their toy. I’ll buy you some time; don’t worry, I won’t kill her.”
Kaoru hesitated for a few seconds before she told everyone to keep going, and so they did, leaving only Misao and Aoshi to battle.
“You will fight her?” Enishi asked through Misao. “How stupid. You and I both know you won’t kill her, so what’s the point?”
Aoshi unsheathed his twin kodachi, and readied to battle with the demon within his wife.
“If someone else would fight her,” Aoshi explained, his two kodachi in each hand, hung by his side. “They would probably kill her. This is my way of making sure nothing happens to Misao.”
“Well, then,” Misao said, crouching into battle position. “Let’s get this over with. Since you won’t kill her, I can guarantee she will kill you.”
To Be Continued...
Chapter 16: “Destined For Chaos”
Kenshin and Kaoru made love every night after the wedding night, and still no one seemed to suspect or give noticed to their actions.
A week later, Aoshi and Misao came back from their honeymoon, only to have Okina start teasing them about how the honeymoon went, and how he could hear them at night, all though the Aoiya.
Aoshi, of course, said nothing and remained stolid; Misao, however, turned bright red, covered her ears with her hands.
“Not listening, not listening!” Misao yelled, shaking her head back and forth as Okina’s questions increased with more voice volume. “LALALALALALALALAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”
Usually, when Misao was embarrassed, she would attack the person who was the source of it. Now, she was more mild, more prone to ignoring Okina rather than attack him.
“Well,” Okina said to Omasu, with Aoshi and Misao still in their company. “If I would’ve know that all Misao needed to act more mature was her deflowering, I would’ve let Aoshi do that a long time ago.”
Suddenly, Misao’s fist connected with Okina’s face, sending him flying across the room, and smacked into the wall.
With everything in Kyoto, and all around Japan peaceful, the Oniwaban had no choice but to return to their peaceful lives. Aoshi trained Misao in martial arts in order to increase her skills, upon Misao’s request, of course, although she knew that her husband held back the power of his attacks.
Kenshin and Kaoru also sword trained as well. Mostly, it was Kenshin who trained his lover the arts of Battoujitsu, in hopes that her swords skills would not be so inexperienced.
Two months passed, and not a single, major incident happened. Aoshi, Okina, and the rest of the Oniwaban had to go out of Kyoto to run errands. Misao had not been feeling well for the passed couple of says, so she had to stay behind, and Aoshi had Omasu watch over her while they were gone for five days.
On the third day of Misao spewing bile, and not eating, Omasu decided it was time to see a doctor about the young woman’s condition; and so she and Misao went to the Takani clinic to find out the reason for it.
After the appointment, the sun started to set, and Omasu and Misao walked back to the Aoiya. Both were silent about the news, and Misao did not know whether to feel happy about it, scared, or sad.
“Well,” Omasu said, trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere. “Let me be the first to say congratulations!”
Misao silently nodded, her mind in a daze, and she placed a protective hand to her lower abdomen. “H-How will Aoshi react when he hears the news?”
“He’ll remain his usual stolid self, but, um, I think he’ll be happy about it.”
“I don’t think so,” Misao said sadly. “I knew from a very young age not to have children because of my heart condition, but as a child, I didn’t fully understand why. Now I know; Dr. Takani told me not to take my heart medicine because of the birth defects it would have on my child, but now I could be effected. I think Aoshi is not going to be too happy about not taking precautions.”
Omasu placed a hand on Misao’s shoulder, and tried to encourage the young woman.
“I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear the news. Aoshi-sama is not the type to tell you to terminate a life inside you, nor I think, would he be unreasonable during these nine months. Besides, I think he would agree with the doctor for you to take it easy.”
Misao was about to say something when there was laughter of men coming up from behind the two women. They spun around, and saw four men, their eyes dark without any sign of life, and that told them they were possessed by demons.
Omasu pulled Misao behind her protectively, knowing the men were out for blood. The four men tried to encircle the two women, but they kept backing away from them, never turning their backs on them.
“What do you want?” Omasu asked, a little too demanding, which told the four men that she was frightened.
Misao also tried to put up a brave front, but her heart was pounding in her ears, her legs trembled, and she could practically feel the lust that came off the men like a vile stench.
“We’re just looking for a good time.” one of the men said, and the women could hear the man’s voice combined with the demon’s voice, speaking in union, which could not be heard to untrained ears.
“Well, we’re not.” Omasu said, and she took out her discus weapon, preparing to fight. She whispered low so only Misao could hear. “Run, Misao.”
“What?” Misao said in disbelief, and she took out her kunai weapons. “I’m not leaving you!”
Omasu grabbed Misao’s arm, and roughly pushed her away.
“You have a baby to protect! Run now!”
Misao hesitated, but Omasu was not going to back down, and the four men were already too close for comfort. So Misao turned and ran as fast as she could towards the Aoiya, towards home; the sound of Omasu fighting off four men echoed in her ears.
Run faster! Misao squeezed her eyes shut when she heard Omasu scream. Run faster!
She made it all the way to the Aoiya, her heart pounding in her ears, hurting in her chest, and beads of perspiration covered her skin. Misao took more gulps of air in, and tears filled her eyes. She left Omasu behind, and she did not know what was happening to her friend.
Misao placed her back up against the wall of the Aoiya behind her, slid down, and buried her head in her legs, and breathed more. She had to go back! She had to find out what happened to Omasu! Oniwaban members never leave their comrades!
Misao stood up with new determination and she ran back to where Omasu was, her legs already aching, and her heart hurt. Upon returning to the scene, she saw the four men already gone, and Omasu was lying on the ground, torn, raped, bleeding.
Misao cautiously crept closer, not seeing Omasu’s face, for it was turned away from her. The young ninja leaned down and turned her friend’s face towards her, and Misao’s heart stopped, her breath hitched in her throat.
Omasu’s eyes, that were so full of life, were now dim, looked at nothing, and Misao knew, then, that her friend was dead.
“Our time with her was all too short.” a creepy voice said behind Misao, and she recognized it as one of the four men earlier. “Now that you’ve returned, we can continue having fun.”
Misao stood up, her kunai weapons ready. She turned around to face the four men, seething, impossibly angry, and she positioned herself for attack.
One of the men attacked, and Misao threw her kunai at the man, and the weapons struck true; a little too true. The man stopped in his attack, looked down at the small knives embedded in his chest, one of them close to his heart, and then back up to the young woman who threw them.
Normally, Misao would try to perform an exorcism on possessed people, but through her rage, and the mourning for the loss of Omasu, she lost all her reasoning. Plus, the four men were going to rape her, and probably kill her afterwards.
Misao jumped at the man with a war cry, and struck her palm on the one kunai that was closest to the man’s heart, and it sank through to the vessel, the blade tearing it apart with every heartbeat; and finally gave out, and the man died.
The other three men looked on in disbelief, and Misao readied her spiritual power to form in the palm of her hand; a bright, shining white light that lit up the surrounding neighborhood, and she threw it at one man, while she used the same power to throw one of her kunai right through the same man’s head.
When the second man dropped to the ground, dead, the other two attacked in unison, hoping that two together would perform better than individually.
Misao defended herself against the two men’s attacks with the kempo arts that Aoshi taught her, while landing a few kempo blows on the two. One of the men, however, grabbed Misao’s two arms, locking them with his arms behind her, rending her defenseless.
The other man came at Misao with a fist, ready to connect the blow to her abdomen when Misao used the man behind her as leverage to jump up and kick the other attacking man, sending him flying across 5 feet.
She flipped over the other man, who was holding her arms, forcing him to release her, but Misao used their locked arms to slam the man down on the ground, grabbed the man’s face firmly in her hand, and cruelly blew his face away with her spiritual power.
Misao did not see the last man run to the scene, landed a blow to her face, which sent her flying 4 feet; but she regained her footing in midair, landed on her feet, but was still flying back. Her feet scrapped the ground, causing indents in the dirt from her forced braking; blood trickled out in a thin line from the corner of her lips
The man launched forward just as Misao stopped, prepared for another blow when he was suddenly cut to pieces by a very sharp sword.
Misao, soaked in the man’s blood, but still had her mind on kill mode, launched herself at her rescuer, not knowing if that person was an attacker. The rescuer grabbed both Misao’s wrists, and struggled with her.
“Hey, Hey! Priestess, it’s me!”
Misao stopped at looked at the redheaded man, but he had gold eyes; gold eyes meant demon. She was still in danger! She struggled once again, trying to kill her seemed-to-be attacker when another member promptly grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and Misao looked up, this time, seeing ice-blue eyes staring down at her.
Misao, breathing raggedly, as well as rapidly, but was otherwise alright, physically. Only when she was absolutely calm in Aoshi’s arms did her mind register that she killed three humans; possessed, wanting to rape and kill her, but humans nonetheless.
Her eyes filled with tears, and she grabbed Aoshi’s trench coat fiercely, and cried into his chest. The rest of the Oniwaban watched in disbelief at the scene they just came up on; their little Misao, so happy and innocent, had just killed three humans; their blood soaked the ground, and was splattered against the buildings.
The Oniwaban took Omasu’s body to the morgue in order to be cremated. Misao locked herself up in her room, crying every day, and the only person who could comfort her was, obviously, Aoshi.
“I suppose Aoshi would be the only one to understand Misao. After all, he has killed a few humans.” Okina explained to Kaoru and Soujiro.
After the last battle with Enishi, Akira was no longer allowed among them, and Soujiro made sure Tengoku, the King of the Heavens, knew of the young god’s treachery. Now, Akira was not even allowed back into heaven; his whereabouts were unknown to everyone.
OOOOOOOO
“Have you cut your ties with Tengoku?”
“Do I really have a choice?” Akira asked bitterly.
“You did have a choice when you decided to aid me in my conquest.” Hiko, God of Hell, pointed out to the young god. “Now, have you cut your ties with said Tengoku?”
“Hai.”
“Now, where does your loyalty lie?”
“With you, my lord.” Akira stated, bowing low on his knees to Hiko.
“Good; you may go now.” Hiko commanded with a wave of his hand. “You can go back and help Enishi with whatever he is doing.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Akira left, and Enishi came out from his hiding place, behind his father’s throne. He looked at the spot where the used-to-be god kneeled, and looked at his father.
“Do you really trust him?” Enishi asked.
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Hiko asked, his glare faced towards his son. “He’s a traitor to his own kind; if he does that, then he can’t be trusted at all.”
Enishi nodded in agreement before he asked, “What of Kenshin?”
Hiko shook his head, “Just as much of a traitor to his own kind as Akira is to his own kind. If he ever comes back, he’ll be given the worst punishment imaginable.”
Enishi smirked and informed, “You know, he’s grown quite fond of that goddess bitch, Kaoru.”
“How fond?” Hiko asked, raising an eyebrow, his interest suddenly increased.
“They have shared their bed with one another.”
Hiko’s eyes grew wide, and his mouth opened to the perfect round shape.
“You mean, that girl, Kaoru, is no longer the ‘virgin goddess?’” the Lord of Hell stated what he already knew. “How is Tengoku taking the news?”
“He doesn’t know.” Enishi said. “They always fuck each other at night.”
“What kind of spell did she put on Kenshin, to cause him to lay with her?”
“She cursed him with human emotions when they fought each other; caused a wound on his cheek from her Shinjitsu.”
“The Shijitsu sword, huh?” Hiko murmured darkly. “Alright, you’re free to go back to earth and finish Kaoru off, but most of all, bring Kenshin back here.”
Enishi nodded and left hell, his home, in order to bring his surroundings up to the once peaceful planet.
OOOOOO
“Events are not going to look up for us, or for earth.”
“So, what are we going to do, husband?” Tochi asked, looking down on the quite earth; quiet before the huge storm.
“We’re going to help Kaoru and the humans. I hope she has learned what I wanted her to.”
“It’s been months, Tengoku, I’m sure she’s learned something.”
Tengoku looked at his wife, and said, “But I want her to learn what her weakness is. She has to overcome it in order to be a full goddess.”
Tochi nodded to her husband, but then looked longingly down at the earth.
“I want our daughter home, though, husband.”
“She’ll be home soon enough.” Tengoku exclaimed, placing an arm around his wife’s waist. “We just have to prepare for war first.”
OOOOOO
Kenshin looked at the row of white roses in the Aoiya gardens. Each one unique; some were in full bloom, some were late. Some roses had peddles that grew more up, and some grew more down. All the roses were beautiful and smelled sweet, but they all paled in comparison to his sweet rose that smelled like plums and honey.
“Kenshin, what’re you doing here?”
Speaking of his “sweet rose,” she was there, always, inquiring about him.
“Just watching the roses.”
Kaoru looked at the famous flowers, and then back at Kenshin.
“What is so interesting about them?”
“Nothing,” Kenshin said, turning to his love. “Nothing at all.”
Kaoru looked cutely confused, and Kenshin could not help but smile. The demon seemed to smile easily now, and his face became more kind, his gold eyes were like a soft honey.
The goddess smiled warmly at her love, wishing that moments like this would never end, but sadly, they always do.
“Kenshin, there’s something I have to tell you.” Kaoru said, her demeanor becoming more serious.
“What is it?” Kenshin asked, his demeanor also changing.
“I..I just wanted to tell you that I’m...”
“You’re...?”
“I’m... pr--- pleased to always be around you.” Kaoru finally finished with a very phony smile plastered on her face.
Kenshin was not convinced, and he showed that by raising an eyebrow and said, “That’s great; now, what do you really want to tell me?”
“Promise me you won’t get angry, or freak out, or anything in that nature?” Kaoru inquired cautiously before pressing forward.
When a nod was her response, Kaoru said, “I’m pre--”
“Kaoru!” Yahiko yelled, seeming to be in a bit of panic. “You should see the news that’s on right now! Come on; hurry!”
The boy went back inside the Aoiya, waving his hand to follow him, and Kenshin turned to Kaoru and said, “What were you going to say? You’re what?”
“Oh, I’m taking precaution into what’s going on.” Kaoru stated with a smile. “Let’s find out what it is!”
Kenshin had the feeling that was not what Kaoru wanted to tell him, but he let it pass, and made a mental note to ask her about it later.
On the news, everything in Kyoto was in chaos; first, it started with the economy crashing, and then turned into buildings on fire, people were looting, raping, murdering, and everything despicable to everything decent was happening right before then, so fast that the news crew hardly had time to keep up.
One moment, a reporter was reporting live from south Kyoto, the next that person was cut off for another chaotic report from west Kyoto. A man killed another man in an armed robbery, a mother killed her children by drowning them in a pool, and the list just kept growing at a hectic rate.
The news cameras focused in on a man holding up a sign that read, “ARMAGEDDON IS HERE!!!”
Kenshin glanced at Kaoru, and shifted uncomfortably, but no one noticed, for their attention was completely on the television.
More disorderly events were popping up on the television that Okon finally exclaimed, “Wow, if any woman decides to have a baby at this time, she must be crazy!”
Both Misao and Kaoru glanced at Okon and shifted uncomfortably, but their actions remained unnoticed.
As horrible events kept coming up on the news, Okina finally said, “It’s time we stopped Enishi once and for all. This just cannot continue!”
The rest of the Oniwaban agreed, turned to Kenshin, and the demon said, “He’s at the mayor building of Kyoto, which I assume, is downtown.”
“We’ll go there and defeat him.” Aoshi said, and everyone prepared their weapons and fighting clothes.
In Aoshi and Misao’s room, he saw Misao getting her ninja clothes on, and preparing her kunai; her black hair was pulled back into the same braid, but it was still cute.
“No, Misao,” Aoshi said, sheathing his twin kodachi. “You’re not coming with us.”
“What?!” Misao cried, indignantly.
“You’re going to stay here, and I already told Okon and Okina to stay here to watch over you.” Aoshi stated calmly.
“That’s not fair! I’m not a child, and I can go if I want to!”
“You’re not going, no matter how much you yell. What happen to you was traumatic, and it would be best if you stayed here and rested.”
“Best for whom, Aoshi?!”
“You and me.”
By this time, Misao’s face was already wet with tears of frustration and hurt. She was being left out, so of course she would be hurt.
“I HATE YOU!” Misao screamed at the top of her lungs, and the words stung Aoshi, but he quietly left, also quietly closing the shoji door behind him.
OOOOOO
“Humans,” Enishi spat in disgust. “Such simple minded creatures. If they face one little hardship, they loose their minds.”
“Well, at least they produce good tasting children.” Ada complemented after she finished her meal. “That was delicious!”
“You really are demented and barbaric.” Enishi said, however, with a smirk on his face.
Ada smiled back, and sharpened her knife.
“Now what do we do?”
“You can call more children to you if you wish.”
Ada blanched, and rubbed her stomach.
“Demo, Eni-chan, I’m already so full!”
“You complained about not having any children to eat since you’ve been here, now I tell you to eat more until you explode.”
Ada slowly backed away from Enishi, and the demon grabbed his companion by the wrist, slammed her face down into her already prepared meal, and shouted, “I said eat!”
Ada lifted her head up from the bowl, her face plastered with broth and flesh. Enishi ran one index finger down Ada’s face, placed the same finger in his mouth, and suckled greedily.
“Tastes good,” Enishi complemented cruelly. “You don’t want that good food to go to waste, now, do you?”
Ada shook her head, and Enishi’s cruel smile grew.
“Good; now, eat.”
Ada picked up her spoon, dipped it in the bowl, and eat like her prince told her to. Her stomach hurt and rumbled in protest, but she ignored it; acquiring Enishi’s wrath was more painful.
“Eat faster.” Enishi commanded, his face void of all humor.
Ada tried to follow through with what her prince commanded her, but her stomach protested again. Enishi grabbed the spoon, forced Ada’s mouth open, and started shoveling the food into her mouth at a rapid rate.
“Swallow!” Enishi shouted, but Ada’s cheeks were already full of food, and puffed out like chipmunk cheeks; broth dribbled out her puckered lips.
“Swallow!” Enishi shouted again, and this time Ada did, taking in several gulps before emptying her mouth. Her stomach rumbled again, and she gagged, turned her face, and threw up several times on the floor.
“Now look what you did to the shiny floors.” Enishi said in disgust, shaking his head. “Lap it up until it’s clean.”
“Enishi-sama!” Akira called, rushing into the mayor building. “Battousai and his companions are headed this way.”
“I know,” Enishi said, his face contorted into a “and your point is?” expression. “I already talked to my brother, and he’s leading his companions into a trap.”
Akira froze, his mind trying to register the young prince’s words.
“He-He’s betraying them?”
“Well, not willingly,” Enishi chuckled. “I just gave him a little encouragement; but never mind that. Let them come and face the hell I have ready for them, starting with the girl.”
Enishi picked up the lock of jet black hair that laid on the table. He wrapped the stains around his fingers like a puppeteer preparing to ready his puppet.
“What do you mean?” Akira inquired as he watched the demon wrap human hair around his fingers.
“You weren’t there when I kidnapped her, but let’s just say, I gave her a mark for this specific reason. I let her go, and knew that I could use her again; I mean, use her in a cruel way.”
Enishi laughed at his little joke, which only he seemed to know the punch line.
“And you!” Enishi said, turning to kick Ada’s already swollen belly. She heaved and vomited again. “I said lap it up until it’s clean!”
OOOOOO
Misao laid on the futon, still in the room her and her husband shared, still crying in frustration and hurt. How could Aoshi leave her out like that?
Her mind demanded answers that she was not going to receive any time soon with Aoshi gone. Okon remained downstairs, knowing to leave Misao to herself, unless she wanted to face the girl’s wrath; and given Misao’s previous history, Okon did not want to get involved.
Misao’s brain slowly drifted into a cloud of blissful relaxation, which was suddenly interrupted when the tattoo she had on her left shoulder began to sear painfully. She cried out once in surprise and pain. The part of her brain, the id, that controlled everything now felt like it was being pulled away by invisible strings, and dragged to the back of the brain that controlled sleep.
The conscious of Misao felt locked away, only able to look through her eyes like watching a movie. Then, she felt her memories being scanned by a foreign invader; everything she knew, that person now knew. Her love for Aoshi, information and memories for the past several months, and even her pregnancy.
A laugh erupted out of her body, but it was not only her laugh, it was in unison with the invader. It was creepy, maniacal laugh that sounded so familiar that Misao shuddered when she realized who it was.
Enishi.
Misao saw her body get up on its feet, but she did not feel anything; it was like being stuck in a movable jar. Her body turned and walked out of the room, down the stairs, passed Okon and Okina, and out the door.
Okon and Okina called for her, and she turned to look over her shoulder. Misao saw both Oniwaban members faces turned to shock, so they must have seen something in her eyes. The young woman had to assume it was the same dark, blank eyes she had seen on other possessed people before.
Enishi, controlling her body, turned her head back around and darted off to whatever destination he wanted her to go.
OOOOOO
Enishi, with his eyes closed and his mind concentrating on what the images produced in his mind, moved his fingers like a puppeteer controlling his puppet, the black strains of hair still wrapped around his fingers.
Ada laid on the floor, passed out from her excursions of forced gluttony, a thin line of bile trailed out the corner of her mouth.
“There they are.” Enishi said to himself, his fingers moving at a more rapidly.
OOOOOO
The group of mortals and immortals stopped abruptly when they saw Misao leaning against a tree, her head lifted up to take in the warm sunlight, and her eyes closed.
“Misao,” Aoshi said in a stern voice. “What’re you doing here? I said you can’t go this time.”
“Oh, Anata.” Misao’s voice said, sarcastically.
The group froze when they heard the mixture of Misao’s own voice, and Enishi’s voice coming out of the body that was Misao. She, or rather, he propped her back on her feet, turned to the group and opened the eyelids.
The eyes, so blue and beautiful, were now dull and lifeless like a doll. It was Misao’s body, and yet it was not Misao. The young woman pointed her finger at the group with one hand, and in the other, she readied her kunai.
“I challenge someone here to a fight.” Misao/Enishi stated, and the group looked around at one another, wondering who would fight their best friend.
“I accept.”
“Aoshi?” Kaoru gasped, not knowing why the husband of her friend would fight his wife.
“When a demon possesses a human from a distance,” Aoshi explained so only Kaoru could hear. “They are most vulnerable because they have to concentrate only on their toy. I’ll buy you some time; don’t worry, I won’t kill her.”
Kaoru hesitated for a few seconds before she told everyone to keep going, and so they did, leaving only Misao and Aoshi to battle.
“You will fight her?” Enishi asked through Misao. “How stupid. You and I both know you won’t kill her, so what’s the point?”
Aoshi unsheathed his twin kodachi, and readied to battle with the demon within his wife.
“If someone else would fight her,” Aoshi explained, his two kodachi in each hand, hung by his side. “They would probably kill her. This is my way of making sure nothing happens to Misao.”
“Well, then,” Misao said, crouching into battle position. “Let’s get this over with. Since you won’t kill her, I can guarantee she will kill you.”
To Be Continued...