Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Games of the Mind and Pleasure ❯ Facts about Curses ( Chapter 9 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hisoka finds himself laying flat on his back on the maroon carpeted-floor staring at the ceiling of Kira's hotel-room, he could hearing sobbing coming from on top of the silk-sheeted bed.

 

“Kira…?”, he asks, sitting up and peers over the edge of the bed at her, “Are you alright?”

 

Kira sat on the bed with her knees pressed against her chest, hugging herself as tears streamed down her cheeks, her skin had paled and she was shivering from the memory.

 

“Kira…?”, Hisoka says, reaching out to touch her, only to have her shy away from his hand.

 

“I-I'm fine…”, she mutely replies, her voice was trembling, “The memory still effects me greatly…”

 

“Kira… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you relive that memory, but I couldn't stop myself… I was being called to it…”

 

“The voice… Did it sound like Muraki's…?”, she asks.

 

“Yes… Yes it did…”, he sadly answers.

 

“The curse…”, she sighs, “It calls out to anything that deals with Muraki, like puppet-strings trying to reconnect with the puppet-master…”, she explains.

 

“H-how do you…?”

 

“My major in College was `Myths, Curses, and Demons', so I can identify curses just by seeing them…”, Kira says, “One thing though, the Yatonokami thing with your family is bothering me… Do you know anything about it?”

 

“No… I don't…”, he shakes his head, “I was punished whenever I used my power, remember?”

 

“Hmm, I see…”, she mutters, “Well, that is enough for today on the exercises, I need sometime to recover from the last dive in and need to build my defenses on that memory stronger, so you won't be drawn to it again…”, she weakly smiles.

 

“Alight…”, Hisoka nods, “Good night, Kira…”

 

“Night Hisoka…”, she longingly looks at him as she watches him leave her room.

 

 

 

 

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-The Next Day-

 

 

 

 

Hisoka walks across the hall from his room towards Kira's door, “I hope Kira is alright…?”, he wonders, as he raises his hand up to knock on the door.

 

Knock-Knock!

 

“Come in!”, he heard Kira call through the door.

 

He turns the knob and pushes the door open, to find Kira on the other side of the room in a pair of gym-shorts and gym-top with built-in bra and her hair tied up in a high-ponytail, kicking and punching an army duffel-bag stuffed full of clothes that hung from a heavy-duty hook on the ceiling with the sweat coating her skin glistening in the morning sunlight that streamed in through the window.

 

“Kira…?”, he mutters in awe.

 

“Throw that towel on the bed to me, Hisoka”, she simply says, standing into a neutral-stance.

 

“Sure…”, he blinks, grabbing the towel and handing it to her.

 

“Thank…”, she smiles, taking the towel and dabs the sweat from her face, “Morning exercises sure can get you sweaty, right?”

 

“Uh, yeah…”, he nods, still stunned by the lean-toned muscles of her body.

 

“Stop gawking and close your mouth before the flies fly into it…”, Kira states, draping the towel around her neck, “Or at least come over here and eat breakfast…”, she adds, walking over to the room-service cart full of food.

 

“So, you know karate?”, he asks, walking over to the cart.

 

“Karate, judo, aikido… Just to name a few…”, she mutters, putting a few sausages onto a plate, “I can also do kendo and archery… I was the captain for the teams in high-school…”, she continues.

 

“Sounds like you were busy…”, he gasps, reaching down to snag an egg, but something on the cart caught his eye, “Cakes…? Why are there dessert cakes doing here?”

 

“I love sweets, but there not for me”, Kira explains.

 

“Then who are they for?”

 

“Those are mine!”, a voice that sounded like it belonged to a child exclaims from behind him, causing him to turn and sees a young girl of about 8 with shoulder-length black hair tied up in a ponytail and gold eyes standing there in a white tunic that appeared to be made of silk and gold metal-wristbands and ankle-bands, “The cakes are mine!”

 

“A kid…? What's a kid doing here?”, Hisoka wonders out loud.

 

“I am not a kid! I'm at least 150 years old!”, the child shouts, “You're a more a child than me!”

 

“Wha…?”, he growls, not liking being called a kid especially by a kid.

 

“Ashura…”, Kira says in a warning tone of voice.

 

“Uh… Yes, Kira-sama…?”, the kid called Ashura asks.

 

“Ashura, eat your cakes, you're going to need your energy for today, remember?”, she states.

 

“Alright…”, Ashura groans, upset that her fun in taunting was ruined.

 

“Don't mind her, she's the youngest Shikigami I have…”, Kira explains, “But one of the strongest…”

 

“Another Shikigami…?”, Hisoka gasps, surprised yet depressed that he didn't have a Shikigami like Tsuzuki and Kira did.

 

“It's too bad Hikaru doesn't get along with her though…”, she mutters, woefully looking at the young Ashura.

 

“Hikaru…? That white bird from yesterday?”

 

“Yeah, Hikaru is a creature of light, which means he dislikes creatures of darkness, like Ashura…”

 

“What is Ashura anyway?”

 

“A rare-breed of Phoenix, a black Phoenix!”, she exclaims.

 

“Phoenix…? Like Tsuzuki's Suzaku?!”

 

“Yep, but instead of normal flames, Ashura's powers are black-flames and shadows…”

 

“Black-flames…”

 

“Yes, I know what you're thinking, Ashura's flames may be black but they're not like Touda's flames”, she quickly explains, “Cerberus is the only one of my Shikigamis with Black hell-fire…”

 

“Cerberus…?”

 

“Don't worry, you'll see him when you finish the exercise and find the memory I want you to find…”, she laughs, enjoying Hisoka's confusion.

 

“Kira-sama! I'm done!”, Ashura cheers, standing among the empty-plates with frosting-residue shattered around her feet, frosting and chocolate smudged around her mouth.

 

“You missed some on your mouth…”, Kira points out.

 

“Oh thanks!”, she exclaims, wiping it off with the back of her hand and licks it off, “Did I get it all?”

 

“Got it all…”

 

“Okay, I'm ready to go!”, Ashura yells, her shape morphing to that of a eagle-size Phoenix that was black instead of red like Suzaku.

 

“Now I want you to remember, locate Hiromi and keep an eye on her, but don't not what so ever try to take her on yourself, because of her ability she can drain your life energy and kill you…”, Kira warns, letting Ashura perch on her arm, “So be careful, alright”

 

“Alright, alright…”, Ashura sighs at Kira's worrying, “You're like the mother I never had…”

 

“I can't help but worry…”, she says, scratching Ashura under the chin/beak, causing the fire-bird to shiver in pleasure, “You're my family when I can't be with my little brother…”

 

“Well, I better be off, before I forget my mission…”, Ashura regretfully states, flying off of Kira's arm and out the open window.

 

“Come back safe!”, Kira calls, leaning over the balcony watching as Ashura vanishes from sight, “Now let's start with the exercise!”, she says, clapping her hands together and turning around to face Hisoka.

 

“Hmm?”, he mutters around the food in his mouth.

 

“But first we finish breakfast!”, she exclaims, attacking the cooked steak on the cart and starts devouring it.

 

 

 

 

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