On The 60th Day
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Day 56
For four nights in a row now Kyo had dreamt of Muramasa his former teacher.
The first two nights he had brushed the dream aside convinced it was nothing more then that, a dream.
But every night it started the same way, with finding Shinrei's ice cold body on the hard marbled floor of the Mibu castle. He'd watch the panic and the horror of reality sink into the faces of those around him, people he still hesitated to call his friends; for a demon doesn't have friends, just as a demon shouldn't have love.
He'd thought the dreams were merely to tourment him, his mind calling forth every bloody battle and torture he'd seen and shaping it into this nightmare as he held her body close to his and felt her tiny frame shake with convulsions, witnessed her eyes rolling back in pain and fear as Shinrei's last attack riped through her heart, and his soul.
Muramasa in truth had not appeared the first two nights, but Kyo had called to him nontheless.
Coated in her blood, her lifeless body craddled to his chest he'd screamed for his guide--the man who had taught him everything; who was like a father to him.
The one man who might find a way to save the crumpled form he held in his dream hands, her blood sliding across the silk of his kimono and hers even in the dream world his senses were overwhelmed by the scent of death.
not just any death,
Hers.
So he called again.
Even in his waking hours he'd called, he didn't even know if it was possible or if there was anything left of muramasa anywhere on this plain or the next to answer his cry.
but he called anyway.
Hour after hour of meditation he called, begged the heavens for an answer, a sign, for one more day, one more hour, one minute with his former master so that he might find some way to save this one soul that meant more to him then he could ever explain.
And on the Third night Muramasa appeared in the dream, finally but not before kyo had once again dreamed the horrors of her death, felt the catch in her breath, and the hitch in her tears as if it were his own, as if he were the dieing one, and she might live on.
It was then that Muramasa approached him, his visage was faint barely disernable through the tears that blurred Kyo's dream scape.
Yuya's body once again hung limp in his arms, if it was even possible her weight in against his body felt more real with every night.
with every precious minute that passed him by without an answer, without a cure.
"Kyo," Muramasa's eyes drifted over the form of his broken student bathed in blood for not the first time.
Though it seemed that even in his dream this was the first spilt blood that had ever mattered to him.
itched across his skin, turned his stomach, ached in his soul.
"Tell me what to do Muramasa, you must know a way."
Muramasa's smile faultered as Kyo continued.
"I cannot do this. I have never asked the Gods--of the Mibu, or any other for anything,--but this. This I must have."
Kyo pulled Yuya's crumpled and ruined form closer to his chest, afraid that even in the dream, after her death she might slip farther away somehow, prehaps she might unwind before him completely as though she never existed at all.
"Tell me what I must do, I will do anything, Tell me how to defeat the Waterwyrm before it devours her heart."
"And yours along with it, stuburn Kyo." His eyes closed briefly searching for something, or perhaps simply gathering his thoughts.
"If you choose to defeat the waterwyrm before time runs out you must do exactly as I say."
"Anything,"
"you wont like it." Muramasa's face was grim.
"If I fail I'll like it even less," Kyo was growing impatient.
"Very well. You must begin by focusing yourself; and Kyoshiro must focus as well, in order for this to have any chance to succeed there must be teamwork, if either of you resist in her fragile state Yuya will most likely be split in two."
Kyo's face hardened.
He'd said anything, and anything is what he was willing to do.
Day 56
For four nights in a row now Kyo had dreamt of Muramasa his former teacher.
The first two nights he had brushed the dream aside convinced it was nothing more then that, a dream.
But every night it started the same way, with finding Shinrei's ice cold body on the hard marbled floor of the Mibu castle. He'd watch the panic and the horror of reality sink into the faces of those around him, people he still hesitated to call his friends; for a demon doesn't have friends, just as a demon shouldn't have love.
He'd thought the dreams were merely to tourment him, his mind calling forth every bloody battle and torture he'd seen and shaping it into this nightmare as he held her body close to his and felt her tiny frame shake with convulsions, witnessed her eyes rolling back in pain and fear as Shinrei's last attack riped through her heart, and his soul.
Muramasa in truth had not appeared the first two nights, but Kyo had called to him nontheless.
Coated in her blood, her lifeless body craddled to his chest he'd screamed for his guide--the man who had taught him everything; who was like a father to him.
The one man who might find a way to save the crumpled form he held in his dream hands, her blood sliding across the silk of his kimono and hers even in the dream world his senses were overwhelmed by the scent of death.
not just any death,
Hers.
So he called again.
Even in his waking hours he'd called, he didn't even know if it was possible or if there was anything left of muramasa anywhere on this plain or the next to answer his cry.
but he called anyway.
Hour after hour of meditation he called, begged the heavens for an answer, a sign, for one more day, one more hour, one minute with his former master so that he might find some way to save this one soul that meant more to him then he could ever explain.
And on the Third night Muramasa appeared in the dream, finally but not before kyo had once again dreamed the horrors of her death, felt the catch in her breath, and the hitch in her tears as if it were his own, as if he were the dieing one, and she might live on.
It was then that Muramasa approached him, his visage was faint barely disernable through the tears that blurred Kyo's dream scape.
Yuya's body once again hung limp in his arms, if it was even possible her weight in against his body felt more real with every night.
with every precious minute that passed him by without an answer, without a cure.
"Kyo," Muramasa's eyes drifted over the form of his broken student bathed in blood for not the first time.
Though it seemed that even in his dream this was the first spilt blood that had ever mattered to him.
itched across his skin, turned his stomach, ached in his soul.
"Tell me what to do Muramasa, you must know a way."
Muramasa's smile faultered as Kyo continued.
"I cannot do this. I have never asked the Gods--of the Mibu, or any other for anything,--but this. This I must have."
Kyo pulled Yuya's crumpled and ruined form closer to his chest, afraid that even in the dream, after her death she might slip farther away somehow, prehaps she might unwind before him completely as though she never existed at all.
"Tell me what I must do, I will do anything, Tell me how to defeat the Waterwyrm before it devours her heart."
"And yours along with it, stuburn Kyo." His eyes closed briefly searching for something, or perhaps simply gathering his thoughts.
"If you choose to defeat the waterwyrm before time runs out you must do exactly as I say."
"Anything,"
"you wont like it." Muramasa's face was grim.
"If I fail I'll like it even less," Kyo was growing impatient.
"Very well. You must begin by focusing yourself; and Kyoshiro must focus as well, in order for this to have any chance to succeed there must be teamwork, if either of you resist in her fragile state Yuya will most likely be split in two."
Kyo's face hardened.
He'd said anything, and anything is what he was willing to do.