Kohana 3
Hey guys, this is the third part of a story that I have been fiddling around with. The rest is posted. Please read and review.
Schuldig awoke from his sleep with a start. Some one was snooping in on him, probbing at him, testing him. He didn't like it. He pushed back and traced the talent to a star like body of light. This was something that he had never heard of. It shone bright and warm, yet it was being covered by something, shaded, it had yet to reach it's full potential. He examined the light further. Despite it's brilliance, even with it's undefinable shadow, Schuldig could tell that it was young, very young, and freshly awaken to what it was capable of.
Hello. He probbed at the body of light again. The light recoiled and dimmed. Aww, your scared, how cute. Didn't think any Talents were cowards.
Who are you. The other snarled.
No one of consequence, just another Talent, name is Schuldig. Just interested in you really. You shouldn't be showing up to me like this. What is your true form.
This is the only form that I know, the only form that I have ever known.
Schuldig sighed. He hated it when things weren't easy, and talking to this new Talent wasn't easy. But damn it all, he was curious.
Do you know where you are?
No. But you do.
Smart.
Tell me. It was no question, but a demand that must be followed. He probbed deeper into the beings mind and found that, although it still shone and burned, it was scared, lost, alone. And there, still, was the feeling, that this glowing glittering entity that presented itself to him was both impossibly old and ancient, yet at the same time, young and voulnerable to the dangers of the world. He had the feeling that this thing didn't know what it was.
You are safe. Unconscious, but safe, you are healing. Give yourself time.
Yohji looked from the magazine when he heard a small whimper escape the lips of the child that lay in his bed. Her pale skin, fairer even then Aya's was tinged gray and beaded with sweat. A frown creased her small brow and she groaned again. He placed a tender hand on her forehead, it was warm with fever, but he wasn't to concerend. The doctors had said that that was to happen. Her eyes opened at the touch and he found himself caught in her wide gray eyed gaze, there wasn something about them, something old. Then she blinked and he was being stared at by a young frightened little girl. She moved to sit up and bit back a gasp as the stitches in her side were pulled.
"Hey, hey, take it easy there kid." He placed a gentle arm on her shoulder and helped her lie back down. "You can't around like that for a while, doctors orders." He tried to smile at her reassuringly, but knew that he fell short. Damn it, Ken was better at this than he was. Even Aya would have done a better job.
"Where am I?" Her eyes darted around, trying to take in the room, then focused back on him, still big and sad, and young.
"Your about half an hour away from your home, above a flower shop. Don't worry, we aren't going to hurt you. Do you remember anything about last night?"
A silent nod was his answer.
"Can you tell me what you remember?"
Again another nod.
"Well?"
"Men came to the house last night. Mama told me to run out to the old shed and hide there. I ran. Then Taro," Tears started to fill the gray eyes. "Taru nii chan he, he chased me, he was going to kill me."
Yohji nodded. The young man that they had stopped from killing the girl had met a swift and punishing end. "Kohana, who was Taro?"
"My Oni-chan." She sobbed.
Manx arrived an hour later. Yohji rushed her when she entered the basement of the building and pinned her to the wall.
"You knew!" He snarled.
"Kudoh." Shrieked Manx. "What the fuck has gotten into you."
"You knew exactly who we had killed the minute we told you about the girl didn't you. You fucking knew." He was sobbing now, whether it was from shame or rage he didn't know, and he didn't really give a damn.
He felt Aya pull him away from the red headed woman, and he let him, but he shrugged him away when he moved to wrap Yohji up in his arms.
"Calm down Yohji." Snarled Aya. "What are you talking about." He pushed the taller man onto the couch and interlocked there hands after he had sat next to him. Just in case Yohji tried something else. His lover looked at him with damp green eyes.
"The boy that we killed, Omi and I, he was Taro Heiji."
"Heiji?"
"Aya, he was Kohana's older brother."