Child Of Flame

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Well, there isn't much to say here but that I own nothing of Watase-san. Nuff said.


Chapter Four: Only One To Trust

The stepmother had come again, just as she’d promised, but Nyan Nyan had set one of her sister-selves as a sort of make-shift guard for the abused boy, and she’d warned Tasuki in time to sneak out his window to a friend’s house, another of the reborn Suzaku senshi.

Now that the woman was alone in the house, Nyan Nyan, for one of the few times in her long life, wanted blood. The first had been the rape and abuse go Nakago in his past life; the second the abuse of both Nakago and Soi in this life. Now she wanted it for Tasuki. The servant of the Creator crept up on the woman, her magic readied and formed in to a dagger, poised to slit the bitch’s throat-and she stopped.

There was something different, and yet, familiar about this woman’s aura that hadn’t been there the night before. Nyan Nyan stifled a gasp of shock and fear, and will herself to the Creator.

“TAI YI-JUN,” she shouted through the halls. “TAI YI-JUN!!”

“WHAT,” the creator shouted back from her mirror room.

Nyan Nyan willed herself there again. This was not something Nyan Nyan did often. T drained her more then her or the Creator liked. But this warranted the magical waste, and Tai Yi-Jun saw it as such. The Creator was alert as soon as she felt the power Nyan Nyan was using.

“Nyan Nyan?!”


“She’s back,” Nyan Nyan whispered softly.

“Who…?”

“Miaka,” the blue haired woman replied. “…But she’s not alone…”

“W-what?” Tai Yi-Jun rose from her throne, her appearance to the eyes an old decrypted woman, but the reflections in he mirrors around her of a feminine man whose hair was just beginning to grey with age.

“She’s reborn as Tasuki’s child.”

Tai Yi-Jun’s eyes went wide. “…No…” She called one of her mirrors to her. It was framed in red gold and the design was that of a phoenix with ruby eyes, it’s wings and talons wrapped angrily around the reflective glass. The Creator peer pensively into the mirror and whispered, “…He’s gone…”


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Chichiri was on the phone. “Yes, sir. Do you want to speak with him?”

The psychology teacher handed the receiver to the trembling Kysu sitting next to him. The boy took it. “H-hello? Dad?”

There was a pause.

Kysu smiled. “Yeah,” he said, relief laced throughout his voice. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Chichiri heaved his own sigh of relief and left his student to the conversation with his father.

Kysu had come banging on Chichiri’s front door, looking for all the world like a scared half to death little rabbit. When the boy reluctantly revealed the cause to be his stepmother and what she’d done to him, Chichiri’s blood had run alternately hot and cold at the woman’s rape of one of his favorite students. He’d convinced the boy to let him call the police. They were on their way and would be here soon. They were the ones that had suggested that Kysu call his father. The boy was afraid that his father wouldn’t believe him, so Chichiri had agreed to explain it to the father first.

The doorbell rang. Chichiri opened the door and let the officers in.

“Mr. Kawagushi?” The first officer, a very homely man, held his hand out to shake Chichiri’s. “I’m Matoki Kusanagi; this is my partner, David Marksmen.” The young man standing behind and to the right of Officer Kusanagi step forward and offered his hand as well. He was a pretty man with short green hair and violet eyes. Officer Kusanagi was as ugly and big as this man was pretty and small.

“Can you tell us what happened,” Officer Marksmen asked, “before we speak to the boy?”

“Yeah,” Chichiri sighed and looked back into the living room where Kysu was still talking with his father. “He came banging on my door and hour or two ago and looking pretty scared, you know?” Chichiri let both the officers in and closed the door behind them. “It took me a while, but I finally got it out of him that his stepmother raped him last night, and had come calling again this morning, ya know?” He looked back at Kysu again. “Said I was the only one he could think of that he trusted and could get a hold of, ya know?”

The teacher looked back at the officers, both looking at Kysu as well, expressions as dead pan as any, but being a psychology teacher with a PhD wasn’t just a job. Their body language told his that were just as disgusted as he was, and just as concerned for Kysu. It was just as hard for a man to be raped as it was for a woman. “He’s talking to his father right now.”

The officers nodded and followed him in the living room. Kysu looked up at their approach. “Hey, dad, I gotta go.” He paused. “Yeah, the cops are here now.” He paused again. “Okay. I’ll see you tonight, then.” He paused once more. “Okay, dad. I love you, too. Bye.” Kysu hung up the phone and sat awkwardly before the officers.

Chichiri sat next to his student. The officers took the two chair across from the sofa that the teacher and student at on, perching on the edge of the seat. “Hello, Kysu,” Officer Kusanagi said softly. Fr all his appearance, he seemed as gentle as a kitten. “I’m Officer Kusanagi, and this is my partner Officer Marksmen.”

Officer Marksmen ran an absent hand through his hair. “I know this ain’t somethin’ yer gonna wanna talk about,” Marksmen drawled, “but we need you to tell us just about everything that happened.”

Kysu nodded and swallowed audibly. Kysu hadn’t told his teacher the detailed version of what had happened. It was just the basic “I got raped by Miranda and I don’t really wanna talk about it,” story. But, as he listened to what the red head told the police, Chichiri was filled with rage, and only his training let him keep his control. Barely.

The officers didn’t like it either. “Can you show us some of the marks she left on you,” Kusanagi asked. Kysu reluctantly slipped his shirt over his head and wince a few time. Chichiri stared, flabbergasted.

These were no mean scratches or bite marks. These were lacerations and gouges. Blue lines ran here and there, disappearing for a moment, only to reappear farther down the boy chest. The area over his heart looked at though it might go to the bone, like the woman had been trying to get to his heart. His throat, which had been covered by the collar of his shirt, looked as though she’d been trying to slit it, blue lines and red scabbed flesh mingled around his collar bone, and teeth marks resided at his jugular. There were bruised finger marks at his windpipe and around the side of his neck.

Marksmen gasped, eyes wide, and Kusanagi swore and winced. And all of Chichiri’s training took and all expense paid vacation to Hawaii. “Are we talking about a woman or a vampire?!”

That earned the teacher a hysterical giggle fit from the boy next to him. The three men waited patiently for Kysu to get himself under control again.

“Have you bathed at all,” Kusanagi asked when he calmed down.

Kysu shook his head negatively. “No. I was told no to do that last…once.”

Chichiadn’adn’t missed the “last night,” but the officers continued with their steady stream of questions. By the end of it, Kysu had gone through the events of the previous night three times and was looking wan.

“Well, I think that we have enough to go get her, now,” Marksmen said at last. “I want you at the hospital, right now. We need to get you cleaned up. I’m afraid of infection setting in.”

Kusanagi nodded. “We’re going to go pick her up now. You’re father in coming tonight, you said?” Kysu nodded. “Okay, I want you to stay with your teacher until your dad comes home. After they look at you in the hospital, I want you to go make a statement. Doesn’t matter what station you go to. Okay?”

Both Chichiri and Kysu nodded as the boy pulled his shirt back over his head. “Dammit,” he muttered. “Wish I had thought to wear a button down shirt.”

Chichiri chuckled. “Com’er. I’ll lend you one of mine.” The teacher lead the boy into his bed room and pulled out a black dress shirt. “You’re about my size, and if you happen to start bleeding, it won’t show bad on the shirt, ya know?”

Kysu smiled and pulled the shirt on with out too much trouble. Then Kysu and Dr. Chichiri Kawagushi left the small apartment.