Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ Keys ( Chapter 32 )

 

 

Omi woke suddenly. No slowly pulling into awareness but to full alert instantly. With the knowledge firm and screaming in every nerve ending that he couldn't breathe. His eyes flew open and when they adjusted to the darkness he was barely able to make out a small, dark shape sitting in the middle of his chest. That was when he realized that it had wrapped thin, clawed fingers around his throat. He pried at the fingers for a moment, trying to loosen the thing's grip to no avail.

 

Nagi woke when he felt Omi thrashing around next to him. When he saw what was happening he tried to pull the thing off. It had kicked him so hard it sent him flying into the wall opposite the bed.

 

Ghost had woken at the ensuing “thud” and had rolled to a sitting position. She paused for a fraction of a second then stroked one finger from the thing's forehead to the end of it's snout. The thing shuddered violently then released the grip it had on Omi's throat. It chattered and hissed angrily at her then dissolved.

 

“Omi? Nagi? Are you okay?”

 

“Yes,” Nagi said, he was already on his feet and moving back toward the bed.

 

Omi nodded, still trying to drag as much air as he possibly could into his oxygen starved lungs.

 

“Ghost, what the hell was that?” Nagi asked.

 

“I have no idea. But I intend to find out,” she said, putting an arm underneath Omi and levering him to a sitting position. “We need to leave.”

 

Nagi looked puzzledly at her. “Why?”

 

“I think we'll be safer at the Red Shaman compound.”

 

“Probably.”

 

Ghost focused and pulled all three of them through to the living room of the Red Shaman house. Startling everyone there by the sudden appearance.

 

“I thought you guys were staying in Japan to make preparations for next week,” Star said.

 

“We were. We've run into a little trouble there is all,” Ghost said.

 

“Define trouble,” Skye said looking worriedly from one to the other of them. Noticing Omi's bruised throat.

 

“Lesser demon, I'm guessing. I was able to send it off with a touch and it was not happy. It tried to strangle Omi in his sleep.”

 

“What did it look like?” Blaze asked.

 

“Not sure. It was too dark to tell. But it booted Nagi into the wall like he was nothing.”

 

“Fairly small? Made kind of squeaky chattering noises when you interrupted it?”

 

“Yes,” Omi said, rubbing his throat.

 

“Assassin sprite,” Blaze said.

 

“What the hell is an assassin sprite, Mistress?” Schuldig asked.

 

“Exactly what it sounds like. You don't seriously think that the higher demons and spirits do their own dirty work, do you?”

 

“Probably not.”

 

“Okay, babies. You all stay here until we get ready to go on this mission. It seems that something has figured out a few things and isn't happy about the three of you being together again,” Blaze said. “Go get some sleep. Then the three of you find me when you've rested. There's a lot of ground I need to cover with you in a short amount of time.”

 

“Are you sure we're going to be safe here?” Omi asked. “You can see why I'm a little paranoid right now.”

 

“I understand. Don't worry. You're perfectly secure here.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Nothing would dare try to enter here,” Blaze said. There seemed to be a fire in her eyes and it made everyone in the room shiver slightly.

 

“And you think I'm crazy for being afraid of her,” Schuldig said.

 

 

 

Nearly an hour later saw Nagi, Ghost and Omi still awake.

 

“Can either of you sleep?” was Ghost's question from one side of Omi.

 

“Nope,” Omi answered.

 

“Not happening,” came Nagi's reply.

 

“Okay. Let's go find Blaze. We may not sleep after hearing what she has to say. But considering that we aren't sleeping anyway . . .”

 

They found Blaze in the training room talking to and fighting with Farf as usual. The three of them stood unnoticed in the doorway. Simply watching.

 

“Damn it! When I get my hands on the little bastard . . .” Blaze said, launching a fireball directly at Farf's head. He ducked and rolled to the side but it was a narrow miss.

 

“Damnu, Edana,” Farf said, brushing at the singed ends of his hair. “That was entirely too close. Focus. One berserker in the family is enough.”

 

Blaze growled. “I'll pop his head off like it's a friggin' Pez dispenser.”

 

“Edana,” Farf said warningly. “You aren't planning on going to hunt down whoever sent the assassin sprite, are you?”

 

Blaze glared at him. “Bastard hurt one of my babies. I know I can't kill the damn thing because it isn't my place. But I'll be damned if I let anything get away with hurting what's mine.”

 

Farf laughed and came over to hug her. “You've always been like this.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Constantly taking in strays. Hyper protective. It's part of what makes you who and what you are.”

 

“What do you mean taking in strays? No one here is a stray by any stretch of the imagination.”

 

“Oh really? What about Sunny? Lost and wandering from battlefield to battlefield all over the world looking for a fight because he couldn't grasp the concept of being dead. You were the one who took him in and helped him adjust.”

 

“That had to be done. He could have caused major damage without understanding.”

 

“What about Star and Skye. Star was howling insane when Sunny brought them to you. And Skye was so hell bent on revenge that she barely recognized anything or anyone.”

 

“Again they could have caused major damage if I hadn't intervened.”

 

“And me?”

 

“What about you?”

 

“You didn't have to save my life. You didn't have to claim me as your own. You could have let me die like everyone else seemed content to do.”

 

“You were three years old. You couldn't fend for yourself at that age.”

 

“What about Omi? Or Ghost? Or Nagi? You guard them like they were your own children. You've protected them from the truth for nearly a year now.”

 

“They're still just babies.”

 

“Edana, they were younger than they are now when they sealed it the first time. The three of them were twelve summers old for gods' sake.”

 

“Things were different then. You were considered an adult at that age. Partially because you didn't live much past thirty, but still,” Blaze said.

 

“I understand you want them to be safe. But they aren't safe not knowing. Like it or not, they are the keys. When they know, we can train them to use what they've been given.”

 

“What have we been given, Farf?” Nagi asked from the doorway. “What is so important about the three of us that something would send an assassin sprite to kill Omi?”

 

“It would have been happy killing any one of you,” Blaze said. “That would have ended everything right there. It must have come upon Omi first. And since nothing fully functions without him, it sought to remove him first.”

 

“What do you mean, nothing fully functions without me?” Omi asked.

 

“Remember when I told you that you were a ground for Nagi and Ghost?”

 

“Yes. Oh!” he said as realization dawned.

 

“Okay, not tracking,” Ghost said.

 

“Omi is a structural support for anything major you and Nagi do. Nothing stands without a good foundation. He keeps everything together so there are no leaks and nothing comes unraveled,” Farf said. “He's the conduit as well. What focuses and makes everything flow.”

 

“Okay. So, Omi is the structure. Nagi is what then?” Ghost asked.

 

“Nagi is the actual firepower. The main generator if you will,” Blaze said.

 

“What am I?”

 

“The magick.”

 

“Okay. That all makes sense. We've felt it since the three of us first met,” Omi said.

 

“But why would anything be after the three of us?” Nagi asked, looking from Farf to Blaze. “What did we do to make something seek us out?”

 

“Oh, not much. Just sealed away a key elder demon,” Farf said with a smile. “Nothing major.”

 

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