Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ The Dark and Light of Things ( Chapter 59 )

Light without dark is blinding, just as dark without light swallows all. (1)

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Omi winced as he sat up. It was pitch black all around him so he couldn't discern where he was. He ran his fingers along the flooring underneath him. Feeling the cold and damp underneath his hands.

 

“Where am I?” he wondered aloud not really expecting an answer.

 

“You are where your so called friends have left you,” a voice in the darkness chuckled. “Poor, unwanted little Mamoru. Left to die by those he thought cared about him.”

 

Omi shook his head, trying to clear it of the fuzzy feeling. “No. Ghost and Nagi wouldn't do that to me.”

 

“Really?” the voice said, still sounding amused. “What is so important about you? Your own father didn't even think you significant enough to ransom when you were taken.”

 

Omi pressed his hands over his ears, trying to block out the sound of the voice. It seemed to filter through even louder.

 

“He wasn't my real father,” Omi protested.

 

“Ah, yes. Your real father did save you, didn't he? For his own reasons. His own twisted purpose. He turned you into a killer. Much, I think, against your own natural inclinations.”

 

“Certain people need to be destroyed. For the greater good of humanity.”

 

The voice laughed outright then. “He had you and your little friends destroy his enemies. Both political and personal. It was as simple and as difficult as that. Think about it. The first few you ever killed were tied to his/your family. It's hardly what I'd call being a good parent.”

 

Omi whimpered a little and pressed his forehead to the cold flooring. That was when he heard another voice. Much quieter and seeming to travel along a similar wavelength that he, Ghost and Nagi used. A private path.

 

He tells the absolute truth when it suits him, young one. But he twists it to bring forth the most horrible recollections and amplifies the emotions tied to them which makes those memories a thousand times worse. The deluge of emotional trauma will eventually cause your system to shut down and only function on a bare minimum level. Given enough time you would die.

 

“Hurts, doesn't it. To know you were and are abandoned,” the other voice said, still laughing.

 

You were abandoned. That is true enough. You are well aware of that. But you are no longer alone. Tthough they struggle through much the same darkness as you. Even now, locked as they are in a very similar place, they are searching for you. Pretend you are in pain, young one, or he will know something is amiss.

 

Omi put his hands over his ears and whimpered slightly, drawing another amused chuckle from the voice in the darkness.

 

They'll come out of this quicker. Omi thought. They both deal with things like this all the time. I'm just the weak link.

 

No. You are not. When you come out of this, which will be quite rapidly by my estimations, you and the one you call Ghost will need to pull Nagi out of his darkness.

 

 

 

Ghost rolled over on to her back, staring up into complete darkness. Every muscle was sore and aching as if she'd done strenuous exercises the previous day.

 

“Where am I?” she wondered out loud.

 

“You are where you have been left, dear Rhiannon,” an unfamiliar voice said from the darkness. The voice seemed to teem with malice.

 

She rolled and propped herself up on her elbows. “Which is where exactly? And how do you know the name on my birth certificate?”

 

“Does it really matter?”

 

“Not particularly. Omi? Nagi?”

 

“Ah, but your little friends are not in here with you. You've been abandoned. And who can blame them really? Considering you are a several times over murderess, even from childhood.”

 

“I've never harmed anyone who didn't thoroughly deserve it,” Ghost said, trying to focus on the voice in the dark. Not seeing even a faint outline of anyone or anything.

 

“Really? Did the ones who gave you life deserve to die as they did?”

 

“I was protecting myself along with my brother and I don't think I need to justify that to you.”

 

“Oh, but you do, little Rhiannon. You most certainly do.”

 

No you don't have to justify anything to him, Rhiannon, another voice said. This one was quiet, confident, brimming with a power very similar to Blaze's, and also very familiar.

 

Who are you?

 

Suffice it to say, I know your mothers. Both the one who gave you life and one of those who has raised you over the last ten years.

 

You're the one who wants Blaze to kill him?

 

I am he.

 

Why? You're hurting her, you know. She doesn't want to kill you or even harm you.

 

I am aware. I am also aware, as are you no doubt, that she is the only one who has the power to bring me to that state.

 

I think you need to find another way instead of putting Blaze through this.

 

So protective. Just like both of your mothers.

 

The one who gave birth to me doesn't matter. Blaze is my mother, Star is my mother, Skye is my mother. They're the ones who made me who I am.

 

The one whom you think gave you life did not.

 

What?!?

 

Leave this place now. I'm sure you've been taught how to depart from alpha states quickly and without harm to yourself. Those you love need your help. Mamoru will be coming out of this as soon as he realizes his own worth and hears the sound of your voice.

 

Where are my boys?

 

Much the same place as you. Though we all have our own private horrors. Taking into account that all three of you have certain issues of abandonment, that is what has been created. The one who put the three of you here is hoping that you will imprison yourselves indefinitely.

 

“Since I know what this is if not who orchestrated it, I'll be going now,” Ghost said, smiling a little in the darkness.

 

“You can't escape me.”

 

“Really? Watch this,” Ghost said. She stood and walked away from the voice in the darkness and within a few moments she was able to see though it was still quite dark. In reality, she was lying on the ground. She sat up and looked around to discern exactly where she was and where Omi and Nagi might be. She found them lying near her but far enough away that it would have taken any of them several steps to reach one another. She guessed they were in the gardens just outside the club.

 

She slid over to Omi, who was the closest. She started to shake him then remembered that he was in an alpha state and couldn't be woken that way. She thought for a few moments, trying to deem the best way to bring him out without injury since he had never had anything like this happen to him before and wasn't remotely trained for it.

 

Put your hands to his flesh and call him. The strength of your bond will bring him back to you. Nagi will need both of you to bring him back.

 

Thank you.

 

It has been my honor to aide you, Princess. Gods willing I may bring you back to your real mother soon.

 

Not sure I care. But I am curious now.

 

I understand completely.

 

She put her hands on either side of Omi's neck just below his jaws then put her forehead to his and called him.

 

 

 

Omi had curled himself into a tight ball with his hands over his ears. Trying his best to focus on something, anything other than the insidious voice ringing through his head. Telling him all of his fears had become reality. That the members of Weiss had been killed on this mission. That he had been abandoned once again by those he had come to care so deeply for. The second voice had told him not to listen and that he would be back.

 

Mamoru, what does your name mean?

 

Omi blinked, startled by the other voice so suddenly returning.

 

It means “to protect”.

 

Then do so. When the one you call Ghost summons you, go to her. Help her remove the last member of your trinity from his darkness.

 

Omi nodded and listened carefully for Ghost's voice. After a few moments he heard her. Calling to him from what seemed like far away. Pulling him toward the sound of her voice which seemed to grow stronger and louder with each passing moment until he found himself lying on his back with Ghost's forehead pressed to his.

 

She sighed in relief. “Thank the gods!”

 

“What . . .”

 

“No time to explain, we need to get Nagi,” she said, glancing to her left where Nagi lay shivering and crying.

 

Omi sat up, his muscles protesting at the quick movement, then he and Ghost made their way to Nagi. They dropped down on either side of him, each grasping one of his hands.

 

Omi looked worriedly at Ghost. “What am I supposed to do?”

 

“Just call him. I think emotional appeals get through better than any rational argument or logic.”

 

“He's so cold,” Omi said, rubbing the back of Nagi's hand.

 

“You weren't and the fact that he is worries me.”

 

 

Nagi opened his eyes then closed them again almost immediately as he was assaulted by blinding white light. He opened them again a few seconds later just slightly, slowly adjusting to the brightness. The next thing that registered was the fact that it was bone numbing cold.

 

“Omi? Ghost?” he called. There was no answer but the returning echo of his own voice. He tried to stand and fell back down hard as his feet slid from beneath him. He shivered and pulled his knees to his chest trying to keep some of the cold at bay.

 

A thousand and one nasty things rolled through Nagi's mind all at once. Most of them due to the years he had spent alone and cold. He longed for the darkness now because it had been his friend for so long in times past. The light was too sharp, too harsh and his tormentors could find him easily in the light. Cold. Unwanted. Unloved. Where were Omi and Ghost when he needed them?

 

“I guess they really didn't want me,” he murmured aloud, putting his forehead to his knees. Feeling miserable and lost without any distraction from the hurt and horror in his own head.

 

 

“He's pulling further away, I can feel it.” Ghost said, looking slightly desperate. “We aren't reaching him.”

 

“How do we get to him?” Omi asked, looking her in the eyes. “Failure is not an option. We can't lose him.”

 

“We won't,” Ghost said firmly. If you're still there and have any suggestions, I'd really like to hear them now.

 

Remember what you've witnessed in working with those who are well versed in this. Remember what you have inadvertently been taught, Rhiannon.

 

Ghost relaxed a little, letting the memories of what she'd seen and heard while working with and just observing the members of Red Shaman. One recollection standing out particularly strong in her mind. She struggled slightly with the thought, not knowing if the words or path would fit the situation properly.

 

She had been holding one of Nagi's hands in both of hers, she now released him with her left hand, using it to grasp Omi's right hand.

 

“I think all three of us need to be physically connected,” she said.

 

The path is correct, Rhiannon. The voice said, then spoke directly into both of their minds. The words will come to you both properly. All that is needed is for you to allow them to flow. Time is not linear as so many believe it to be. It is a cycle. You are now, everything you shall ever be or have ever been. Mamoru is still a guardian and protector, Nagi still a hunter and prince of the realm, Rhiannon is still a powerful sorceress and queen. Those links have been forged a thousand times over. Use them. Call the prince back to his realm and family.

 

 

Nagi raised his head a little, his tears felt scalding against his chilled skin. It seemed that he heard voices. Distant and indistinct for the moment but growing in cadence and power. Coming closer to him, soft ribbons of shadow seemed to beat back the blinding light. Wrapping him in comfort and warmth. With the dark streamers came the voices, Omi and Ghost, calling him, pulling him to where they were. The feeling inherent in the words stunned him nearly as much as the words themselves did. Within the call was all the feeling of need, want, safety and most of all home.

 

My prince you are, my prince you shall forever be. I await you. Come back to me. (2)

 

The pull was irresistible. When he opened his eyes again, it was to blessed darkness along with Omi and Ghost each holding one of his hands. Ghost watched as Nagi's eyes opened and she immediately put her head against his chest, trying to hold back the sob that had risen into her chest.

 

“Thank the gods,” she said, sliding the hand that had been holding his up his arm and into his hair and reaching to wrap the other arm more firmly around Omi.

 

Omi slid his arm around Nagi and pulled him to a half sitting position. He put his forehead to Nagi's, looking him directly in the eyes.

 

“Never think, for one instant, that we would ever leave you willingly, Nagi.”

 

“I know that. It's what let me follow your voices out,” Nagi said quietly. He smiled a little. “Prince, huh?”

 

“Don't let it go to your head,” Omi said, smiling in relief.

 

“Don't get too relaxed, boys. That was far from the end of it. And I think we're on our own for this one.”

 

“Why?” Nagi asked.

 

“Because, at very least, the Red Shaman group would have sensed what was happening if they weren't seriously wrapped up in other things.”

 

Both of the boys nodded.

 

“So, what do we do now?” Omi asked.

 

“Well, the way I see it, we have two options. One: wait for it to make another move and probably separate us again. Or, two: we hunt for it.”

 

Nagi stood shakily and pulled the other two to their feet before answering.

 

“We hunt.”

 

********************************Author's Notes************************************

From The Charge of the Dark Goddess

From Dorothy Morrison's Magick of the Heart (slightly modified) (Just don't sue me Dot, you know I'm broke)

 

Aaaaaannnnd, just to make the chibi happy, Yohji, Yohji, Yohji. There, he's technically in the chapter.