Bring Me to Life | By : Ookami13 Category: +S to Z > Samurai Deeper Kyo Views: 7467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Bring Me to Life
Prologue:
“Why did you have to do that?”
“I didn’t mean to... I know he could take care of himself... I
guess I just wanted to sa-...” She was stopped as she nearly
choked on her own blood rising up in her throat and spilling over her
breast bindings.
“Try not to move, Suzaku-san. You didn’t have to run in
front of an idiot like Bontenmaru.”
Bontenmaru nodded, “Yea, you didn’t have to...”
“Whatever,” Suzaku said, shrugging as best she could, despite
the poisoned arrow in her shoulder, “I am a child of... of the
forest... I won’t really die. You’ll see me again. I
won’t go down so easily. Kyo-dono wouldn’t let me.”
“You gonna shut up and die yet?” The red-eyed samurai
known as Kyo asked.
Suzaku smirked, “Only if you let me touch Tenro one last time,
Kyo-dono.”
Sighing, Kyo held out his left hand, his sword Tenro in his grip.
Holding Suzaku up, Bontenmaru helped her to reach out her right
hand. Just as her fingertips were about to touch Muramasa’s
masterpieces, Bontenmaru felt her body shudder as a rattled breath
passed her lips and her arm fell limp in Bontenmaru’s hand mere
centimeters from the sword she had asked to touch.
The sound of sandaled feet reached their ears as the last of them
arrived, “Am I too late?”
“Hai,” Akira said, getting up from his place on the ground as
he sensed Suzaku’s life slip away completely, “her dying wish was
not even fulfilled.”
The green-eyed, flame-wielding man’s face did not change, but
even Akira — the blind member of the Four Emperors — could tell
that he was upset.
“Akira, freeze her.” Came Bontenmaru’s voice as he
laid the woman’s arms across her chest.
“Pardon?”
“I said freeze her, Akira. Gotta preserve her body for
when she comes back.” He said, scribbling a quick note before
putting it in the woman’s hands.
“But should she come back, would she not live only to die again
by suffocation or cold?” Akira asked, giving Bontenmaru his
equivalent of a knowing look.
“No,” came Hotaru’s voice, sounding as though he were trying
to convince himself more than the others, “she will come back as
the phoenix does. Since she did not die in flames, she will
come back in a brilliant display of fire. That is why she was
called Suzaku and I was not.”
“How did she get the name Suzaku?” Akira asked, holding
his chin in his hand in a thoughtful pose.
“What’s it matter? She’s dead. Freeze her and be
done with it.” Came Kyo’s bored voice. He sat on a
flat rock, his sword between his knees.
Shrugging, Akira froze the young woman’s body in a rectangular
block of ice, “We can’t leave her out in the open.”
“There’s a cave over there.” Bontenmaru pointed out.
Hotaru nodded, “That’ll work.”
Akira also nodded his agreement, so Bontenmaru hefted the block
and put it standing up at the far back. Hoping she was right
about being able to come back, Bontenmaru swore that she winked at
him before he left, her blue eyes staring at his back as he left.
“Her eyes used to be as red as Kyo’s,” he mused to
himself, “but one day they became blue... and that was some time
after she visited Muramasa. Hm, wonder what he said to make her
soul change? ’Cause her eyes musta changed at the same time
since the eyes are the windows to the soul.”
Walking back towards the entrance, Bontenmaru felt awkward the
more time he spent in the cave, wanting nothing more than to escape
the newly-made tomb. Upon exiting, Hotaru raised an eyebrow at
him.
“Something wrong?”
“What’s it to you? She was a good messenger,”
Bontenmaru said, trying to put her death off as something trivial,
“but that’s all she was. No need to make it into a big
deal.”
The wielders of fire and ice nodded, now all three of them turned
to the one man they held above them, the slayer of a thousand men,
the crimson-eyed samurai Demon Eyes Kyo.
“Whaddya say we do now?” Bontenmaru asked, not that he
cared. The three of them would follow Kyo anywhere.
He stood, taking Tenro into his left hand and turning to head in a
direction that he’d deemed worthy enough to follow, “Keep
moving.”
As they left the clearing, avoiding the corpses of those that had
fallen by their blades, Akira wondered what would become of this
place now that Suzaku had been buried here. She had acted as
the messenger of the Four Emperors — well, just the three of them,
really — going between them and Kyo. No one ever suspected
her of being their messenger, for she had a way of blending in so
well that no one really ever noticed she was there. Kyo had
hated her for it.
But, then again, Kyo hated everyone.
Except for Suzaku. Neither of the three of them could figure
out what it was, but there was something about Suzaku that even Kyo
couldn’t hate. She could relate to each of them and got along
with them easily... not that they’d ever admit that aloud.
The fact of the matter was that even Kyo could get along with Suzaku,
for he had entrusted her with being his ‘cover up’ whenever he
didn’t feel like fighting some of the weaker assassins that came
after him from the Mibu Clan.
That was another thing she and Kyo had in common: their hatred for
the Mibu Clan. If it was anything Suzaku despised more than
having to borrow clothes from Okuni, it was the Mibu Clan.
She’d never told them why — and they hadn’t asked — but it
was a deep-seated thought in her mind that she was supposed to hate
the Mibu, and that suited Kyo just fine. The only thing he
insisted on was that she leave Mibu Kyoshiro to him, something to
which she reluctantly agreed.
Pulling himself from his thoughts, Akira noted that Bontenmaru and
Hotaru weren’t arguing, which happened to be their favorite past
time, each one trying to goad the other into a fight; however they
didn’t seem to have it in them today. Of course, he didn’t
have it in him to pull them apart, so he supposed that was a good
thing. He turned to where Kyo walked ahead of them, wondering
just what was going through the samurai’s mind right now. How
much did Suzaku’s death affect him? Sure he would claim he
couldn’t care less, but Suzaku had put her life on the line by
dressing as Kyo at times when he wanted nothing to do with the weaker
assassins.
Sighing, Akira set his attention on the road ahead, his unseeing
eyes focused on Kyo’s back, just as they had been even back when he
could see. For some reason, he could still sense Suzaku walking
along with them, and the feeling unnerved him. There was no way
she could come back to life so quickly, not after just dying, so what
exactly was going on?
Then he remembered. Suzaku’s soul was restless because she
hadn’t gotten to touch Tenro one last time. She had always
loved Tenro, and Tenro had returned her feelings because it shone so
brilliantly whenever Kyo allowed for her to touch it.
But Tenro would never shine that brightly ever again, for Suzaku
was dead, and Tenro’s glamour had gone to the grave with her.
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