The Long Lost Chapter Three of Yaksoku!!!

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Okay, here's the deal. This is not the completed version of chapter three, but it's like most of it. the only thing I'm missing is the rest of the things at the end when they were at the school. I've taken it down already, so I'll leave this here as a treat for you because I'm having writer's block with DDUL >.< Just a few things:

-I need to fix Felienne's and Libria's descriptions... Sorry, Relle
-Hope it makes you laugh... somewhat
-WILL BE REWRITTEN

Comments are HIGHLY appreciated xD Thankies!

Not only that, but did you know they sometimes help with writer's block? It's proven to work! xDD

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Yaksoku da yo, I Promise

Chapter 3- Trust In Me and Fall As Well(Working Title)

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Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I...I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I...I want to go back to
Believing in everything[/center]

Kessai jumped off of her horse and knelt down next to her fallen friend. She gently shook the girl. “Hikari... Kiseki, wake up!” The samurai surely was no healer, but she could tell that her Light wasn’t in the best of conditions. She turned to where both Elements had come from and glared. She could faintly hear footsteps coming toward her as she turned back to Kiseki. Kessai picked the girl up slowly. Just when she was gaining her trust...

“Is she okay? We’re so sorry!” a female said. Long white hair that reached to the center of her back fluttered in the breeze just slightly. The teenager had a yellow short sleeved shirt and a skirt on. The shirt had a collar that ended just as the top of her neck did. Over that was a dark orange cape-like thing. It was almost like one except it also covered her shoulders and part of her arms. The cape clipped together in the front of her neck. The girl had dark brown boots that stopped at her knees.

“We? Serves the idiot right,” a rowdy-type character muttered. His dark black eyes were filled with a spark of glee at what he just contributed to doing. The male’s black hair was a bit spiked outwards, like a rock star. You could also think of it as an emo-type hair cut. He wore a maroon ‘battle outfit’. The outfit had a red long sleeve shirt and matching red pants. A maroon vest covered those. Two spikes jotted outwards at the shoulders. He wore two black shoes that seemed to be worn-out from many days and nights of use.

“Is she all right?” a hesitant voice asked. Another female with deathly straight bubblegum-colored hair stood next to the wind Elemental. Her uniform was a long gown made from tough material. Waves looked to be tucked and pulled on the bottom of the student’s attire. The cloth was loose-fitting overall, insinuating that the Element this girl practiced the Element containing the same property.

“Of course she isn’t!” a blond haired boy shouted. “She’s lying unconscious right in front of you!” He turned to Kessai. “My name is Raikou Arashi. I’m sorry for all the trouble my friends caused. If they had actually listened when I said stop, then nothing would have happened.” He also wore yellow, but a different style of clothing. The teenage male had a tunic on. Underneath, you could see he had on faded blue jeans. The top of the tunic which was buttoned, covered up his shirt. Complex designs littered the front of the outer cloth. Lightning bolts overlapped each other. Clouds were embroidered on the top. A light maroon jacket hung loosely off of his shoulders.

Kessai saw the outline of one other person farther away. She decided not to push the issue. If the last teenager was over there, fine! All she cared about at the moment was Kiseki. The only thing she could see was she moonshine hair and glowing teal eyes. The boy shook his head, making his silver hair fly around everywhere. He gave off an expression that said ‘Why did I even waste my time coming out here?’.

“There is nothing anyone can do now. What is done is done. Now excuse me while I get her to the nearest village,” Kessai said in a strained voice through gritted teeth. She was trying her best to stay calm. If she lost her control now, each one of them would be injured. Thankfully the samurai’s temper was in check. The darkest female of the group growled lowly.

Arashi shook his head, “At least we could take her in my-”

“I’ll be fine.” ‘Well look at him. He might actually be sincere about this. At least there’s one student who I will not regret training.’ Kessai thought. The warrior hopped on Senshi, Kiseki in her arms. “You shouldn’t be out here, children. More specifically, my students.” With those parting words, she started from where Kiseki got knocked off Selene. She knew at least some of them were gaping at her and/or had wide eyes.

Each of them gasped. (Not counting Kiru, of course.)

~Scene Change~

‘I should have done something more.’ The samurai now sat next to the unconscious Kiseki. The younger was fast asleep due to all the herbs the healers gave her. They said it was only one nasty fall. The only good thing that they actually said was that Kiseki would wake up in a few hours.

She wasn’t the kind to get revenge...a lot of it anyway. But at the moment, she felt like hurting the people who did it. But the problem was, she couldn’t. Those fools were the Elementals that she was to train. Kessai put her face into her hands. She couldn’t believe it!

Why, oh why, oh why? Of all the students she had to be stuck with, she was stuck with those four? That meant they were the best trained students in the academy. The girl who knocked Kiseki off of her horse was named Felienne, also known as Felle to her close friends, Mibri. The samurai heard that she was one of the most popular kids. Felienne was known to be great in her studies. That wind-wielder was a very, very bright girl. One of the flaws was that she still needed work on controlling her powers of the Wind. She was always the one who would want to learn more.

The next was Libria Kyzal. Now she and Felienne hung out like sisters. Well, almost. She was as carefree as one could get. She was one of those girls who you would hang out with for a good time. Libria was said to have one of the best attitudes in the school. Since she stayed with Felienne most of the time, the Water-blood also made many friends. Her bubbly exterior and attitude made her a perfect candidate for popularity. Even if she was kind, she had her flaws.

A person with a completely different attitude was Kiru Stone. Now this particular Fire-brand was the one who spurted out the fire that Selene jumped over. A cold and unforgiving soul, he was more than met the eye. By what you could see, he was a troublemaker and an infamous one at that. He didn’t care about anyone or anything besides himself. That is if you exempted all the fan girls that lurked around him constantly. His power exceeded everyone in the school. Now that the samurai could expect. There was that lingering feeling that she was going to have a bit of trouble with this one.

Then there was Raikou Arashi. If you knew Japanese, his name would translate to Lightning Storm. What a coincidence it was. That’s exactly what his personality was like. To start off, he loved cars. When he had a pencil and a piece of paper in front of him, it was if another type of magic was at work. Raikou was usually calm, like one before a storm. Sometimes, unexpectedly, he would get angered very easily. You wouldn’t notice until it was too late. His favorite thing to do was snap his fingers. When he did, a bolt of lightning came out of no where and struck who he was aiming for.

Last, but not least, there was Slash. Slash Rocqua. Now he was the most mysterious of all. Like Raikou, Slash was continually tranquil. At times it was if he was too tranquil. Besides that small detail, he was the most powerful of them all. Okay, so he may be a bit shorter than the rest of his friends by an inch or two. That didn’t matter. He was a Double Gifted.

What was a Double Gifted? It was a rare person that had control of not only one Element, but two. Slash controlled both the Elements of Water and Earth. Now, he was teaching himself how to control fire. After he learned that, Slash would move on to air. Many were amazed at Slash’s abilities. After all, if you pushed yourself hard enough, anyone could learn all the Elements. Unfortunately, even with both his abilities, he could not reach the level of power Kiru had.

Many chose only to control one. The ones who were born with them, that is. It’s a difficult task to control more than one Element. It was even hard to learn how to control one! You had to train to the end of your endurance. Your body had to be pushed to its limits. Few would want to go through all of that training. Slash, on the other hand, had enough endurance and a good enough temper to put up with it all.

After reviewing her facts about those five, Kessai sighed, exasperated. Now how to deal with them. The samurai shook her head. It was all too much. She desperately needed a break. All the stress was getting to her. Maybe being a warrior for the king and queen wasn’t such a good idea.

Then again, there was always the second thought. Being a warrior was the only way she would put her fighting to good use. Kessai had a great reputation in Ferina, and more importantly, the world. If she quit, then people would wonder what happened. Suspicions would arise at the thought that the greatest warrior suddenly quit being one. She had a responsibility, one that was the main priority. Kessai would surely die before she would give up her mission.

“Meow!”

Kessai whipped around and saw a small cat. It’s fur was all shining black. Some white fur on its forehead made the design of a crescent moon. Two emerald eyes stared at her. The cat seemed to laugh at her. There was a mocking look in those emerald eyes. The samurai just shook her head and turned back around. The kitten purred again, trying to get her attention. Kessai didn’t turn around.

What Kessai wasn’t expecting was that the kitten jumped on the bed. It nuzzled Kiseki’s hand. “Get away from her!” the adult scolded. The ball of moving black fur shook its head. It padded over to the small bag Kiseki brought with her everywhere. It brought out a black and crimson colored journal. When the animal brought it to Kessai, the human took it hesitantly.

“This is Kiseki’s journal.” The cat meowed loudly. “You want me to open it?” It nodded. What was up with the thing? It was like the kitten was actually thinking on its own. But animals weren’t supposed to be that close to humans… Were they? “This is Kiseki’s personal property!” The cat shook its head as if to say ‘Not all of it’.

“Mew!” the cat said as it took the book from the human once again. It opened the journal with its teeth. The ivory bones left small indentations in the velvet. The cat used its paws to open to a certain page. Then it put it’s front paws on it. The kitten peered up at the human, looking like a glare on its face. “Miaow!”

“Fine, if you’ll be quiet so Kiseki could rest,” Kessai finally whispered. If the cat could smile, it would at that moment. That was, until Kiseki started to toss and turn on her bed. The unconscious teen began to perspire, thrashing becoming worse. The samurai began to get worried, holding Kiseki by her wrists. The younger screamed as loud as she could.

Muttering under her breath, Kessai sent her shadows to soundproof the room. It wouldn’t do any good to get other people involved, now would there. ‘It has to be a nightmare,’ Kessai thought. That was the only explanation. Now how did she stop them when they were little? What she did remember was that she had to end it now. Before any serious damage was made.

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Kiseki’s Dream

A young girl sat on a swing, rocking back and forth, again and again. Silence surrounded the scene, exempting the squeak and groan of the chains. She wore faded blue jeans which had a few rips in them. Her top was a loose fitting, grey t-shirt that was way too big for her. She tugged at one of the loose strands hanging off the edge of the short sleeve. Many layers unraveled before her eyes. The girl didn’t have any shoes on; what was the use when your feet were accustomed to the unforgiving ground? Plus, they cost too much money.

Money. One of the many things she didn’t have. First off, she didn’t have many clothes. She got the ones that were too small for the other kids. The girl barely got any food, whatsoever. Nor did she have a family to call her own. Since she was young, the girl knew she didn’t have any parents. She thought that life was a lie, that dreams and hopes were for the weak of heart. Her mind believed it to the extent of being true.

You were correct if you guessed that this was Kiseki. The girl, at the age of twelve, sat motionless on the swing. A soft breeze swung her softly. That wind lifted the shirt up just the slightest bit. Anyone could see the scars littering the skin. Crimson-tipped bangs covered her face. Her expressionless eyes were hidden behind them. At an early age, Kiseki had learned to control her emotions. She never, ever showed anyone emotion. Why? Kiseki didn’t tell anyone that reason either.

She finally looked up when she felt something on her nose. It was a snowflake. Suddenly, multitudes of them started fluttering everywhere. At least they were a change to the barren landscape Kiseki was used to seeing. There was only dirt and a run-down building. One that needed to be renovated sometime soon. That was where she lived. The run-down building was actually an orphanage, a cruddy one to be more exact.

Kiseki slowly stood up, thinking that it was better to go back to the wretched place than to stay knee deep in frigid snow. The girl looked back to the swing and sighed. She trudged back to the orphanage, getting pelted by snow. Halfway there, she slipped and fell on her knee. Yet she only winced, stood back up again, and continued on. By the looks of it, the front door of the orphanage would be half blocked. Guess who had to shovel it all up. Kiseki growled loudly and shook her head.

No matter how much she tried, she wouldn’t get to the point where she resented snow. After all, it was her favorite kind of weather next to rain. As always, she never told a single soul why she liked it. The kid was just too cold-hearted for her own good. But as someone told her a special person, who she found trustworthy, would find out. Since that someone didn’t tell her how, Kiseki assumed that the ‘trustworthy’ one would bribe her or something. Little did Kiseki know that she would be telling that person herself.

The little girl shivered as she got inside. It was even colder in the building than it was outside. Goose bumps covered the expanse of her skin as she pushed the door closed behind herself. Kiseki heard a scream and started tip-toeing. She knew better than to make a lot of noise and get hurt for it. The young one didn’t think of it as an orphanage. She thought of it as a death trap.

People said all orphanages were kind to the children there. How wrong they were! Make one little sound and you would get beaten. Kiseki heard shrieking and winced. After being there for six years, you would think that she was used to it by now. Even if it was endless noise, Kiseki wouldn’t take the chance that someone would hear her. When the girl heard another screech, this time closer, she threw all caution to the wind. Kiseki ran to her room as fast as she could.

The so called ‘room’ was the size of a medium-sized closet. There wasn’t any windows inside of it. A futon was on the ground. A thin, ripped up sheet was her blanket. Kiseki sighed and crawled in, closing the door behind her. The door had a small square opening at the top where food could be passed in. That was only when she was bad. People would lock her in and just give her food.

Besides all of the faults, there were a few good things about the ‘room’. It was somewhere that no one could hurt her to start off. Kiseki could always be alone. Not one soul would bother her when she was in her little space... or else. The ‘room’ was like a secret hideaway from the world. The only place she felt safe.

“At least they could give us another blanket. It’s winter already! People would at least expect that the ‘poor homeless children’ had a comforter or two blankets,” Kiseki murmured. An unknown wind seemed to circulate around the room, wrapping the girl in a cold embrace. She grabbed the blanket with shaking hands, but it never made it to her stomach. Kiseki tried to curl into a ball to save her body heat. At that rate, she would get hypothermia. Like anyone would care if she died.

She didn’t know how long it was after her attempt to keep herself warm failed. All Kiseki knew was that someone or something pulled the blanket up to her throat. Warmth flooded her system, making the child sigh in bliss. The girl snuggled into it when her eyes snapped open. Two emerald eyes stared back at her. She jumped up, hitting her head against the low ceiling. Kiseki came back down, rubbing her head with her hand.

“Mew?” Kiseki cracked an eye open and saw the cutest thing of her life. A black kitten just sat there, staring at her. Its head was tilted to the side slightly as its tail swished along the ground. A crimson ribbon was tied around its neck. The animal couldn’t have been bigger than her two palms placed together. The miniature cat just continued to stare at her, as if awaiting an answer of some kind. It finally got up and butted its head against the young girl’s arm.

Okay, so the twelve-year-old couldn’t resist. She picked up the kitten and brought it up to eye level. The Light let it prance upon her hands. “Konichiwa, Neko-chan,” she whispered to it. Kiseki brought it to her cheek and cuddled it. The kitten’s black fur was soft and surprisingly clean. It was so unlike herself. The younger had no excuse for what she was or how she acted. A frail hand ran over the fur, making the little cat mewl. “I wonder what you’re doing here. You must have come to the wrong person. I don’t deserve to get presents.”

Somewhat regretfully, Kiseki placed the animal back on the floor. All it did was sit there, still staring up at the girl. The kitten looked confused, jumping up and settling back on Kiseki’s lap. She blinked, shaking her head as she once again tried to remove the animal from her. Every time she tried, the kitten would always come back. Why wouldn’t the stupid thing just go away?

Unbeknownst to the human, the newly dubbed ‘Neko-chan’ had a reason to stay. The magical creature could feel the loneliness practically radiating off of the girl. Plus, her creator didn’t agree with the girl being so lonesome, right? It butted its head against Kiseki’s hand before padding over to the girl’s bag. Curious, the human watched as the creature tugged out two things with her teeth. One was a black and crimson book. The second was a slender black gel pen that Kiseki only used for that journal.

Neko-chan used its teeth to drag the items right in front of Kiseki. Its bow moved along with its head. A piece of white caught the child’s eye. She held the cat still with one hand while the other picked the piece of paper out. Her hands were shaking as she unfolded it slowly. Elegant calligraphy met her vision. The kitten was now perched on her shoulder as it too began to read the letter. Kiseki’s eyes sparked with tears as she scanned over it.

June 6
Dear Beloved,

I send you this letter and gift to you now, hoping it will offer you some form of comfort. Most likely you will not remember who I am, but I certainly remember who you are. I have been watching you, Beloved. All of these years I have been trying to find a way to contact you. As soon as I found a way, I would send you a letter. Is it merely a coincidence that I send this the day we first met?
Who am I, you ask? Your memory has probably been erased, but I doubt your feelings have been also. If I think I know the spell, in my limited amount of knowledge at the moment, your feelings have not dispersed. Let me start out with this: do you remember the bracelet I gave you?...[/i]

Her eyes widened at that particular part of the letter before she shuffled through her bag once again. Kiseki sighed as she found the secret pocket hidden with a small flap of cloth. The child stuck her hand inside and pulled out an obsidian bead bracelet. Its Yang charm glittered in the low light. Was this mysterious sender the same person who gave her this? If that was true, she knew she could trust him. The bracelet was one of the few things she remembered from her childhood. Kiseki turned back to the paper with a shine of an almost forgotten emotion… hope.

Yes, I was the one who gave you that Yang charm bracelet. You may be uncertain, but hopefully my little creation brought the proof also. (It would be wise to check after you read this letter.) I have the other half on me at all times. After all, you would never know when I would see you once more.
It’s been oh so long since I’ve last gazed upon you. It was in the turmoil and chaos that I decided to let you go. All I wanted to do was keep you close, to protect you from all that I knew would befall you. At that single moment I knew that I couldn’t. We were only very young children, and yet... I don’t realize how we could have understood so much then. I told you to forget me, to move on and continue your life. I was merely an obstacle blocking your path. I knew I may have hurt your feelings, but it was for the best.
You had to have survived, Beloved. Your place in my world cannot be taken by anyone else in case of your demise. Everyone here is depending on you to come back when the time is right. The Guardian shall escort you into my reality, that I will make sure of myself. I cannot wait until I can have you back with me again. Life is so... dull here, per se. There is war, bloodshed, and despair. That is one of the few reasons that I am glad you are not present at the moment. As I previously said, it was for your own good to send you off.
Memories. Some of my last words were commanding you to forget me. Thinking back to that faithful day now, I do not recall how I managed to choke those thoughts out. For you know, by the rest of this letter up to this point, that you would never leave my thoughts, my actions, and especially my heart. One day, however, I will hold you safe in my embrace again. I swear that I will never let you go. You shall be safe once and for all…[/i]

The twelve-year-old choked on her own words as she stopped reading the letter again. She wiped her tears away with her right forearm, not daring to smudge the special glittering ink with the liquid. Kiseki scowled at herself. She was just too emotional for her own good. Neko-chan tilted its head to the side, seeming to understand the emotions her master was radiating. It butted its head against its new master’s, offering what comfort it could. The child had a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips as she felt the fur against the skin of her cheek.

“I just can’t believe it... Someone cares,” she whispered, hoping the kitten would understand. He was right; he could only imagine what happened to her. Kiseki sighed soundly, now refusing to let go of the paper. This was so important to her now. It was the only thing that kept her sane at the moment. Who knew? And to think Kiseki wasn’t even done reading the letter yet. The young one raised her eyes from the dirtied floor again as she kept on reading.

Being who I am and doing what I do, I can only imagine the horrors you’ve been through. I only hope –just hope, for that is all I can do now–that you haven’t been severely damaged. If any of the sort has happened, know that when you return, I will gladly dispose of them for you.
One of the few things I ask of you is not to become afraid of me. Our so called ‘relationship’ would be made more difficult to pick up where we left off. Only recently turning twelve, I might add, I don’t think you understand the significance of what I’m saying yet. Do not fret, you’ll find out soon enough. I just want to say how sorry I am for leaving you like that. When you return, I shall ask for your forgiveness face to face, another thing I assure you. Someday, somehow, you’ll return to me after all these years. I’ll be waiting, with my heart in my hands held toward you, with a barrier only you can penetrate. Then, Beloved, we shall see how things shall progress from that point forward.
You probably won’t understand much of what I’m saying to you. You probably will not for a very long time. Sending you this has made my heart lighter in a sense, knowing that you’re still out there. This will be the only letter you’ll receive from me outside the realm of my world, our world, Akharah. You’re out there, this letter will reach you, and I hope it’ll assist you someday on your decisions. Also, hoping my creation brought it, is the disk that can serve as a reminder that you’re never alone. May the three Deities and Destiny lead you well, Beloved.

With love time nor space can ever erase,
Your Dark One[/i]

She smiled just slightly, shifting so that she could take the kitten off of her shoulder. Kiseki held it in her palms, undoing the ribbon around its neck. Something fell to the ground with a soft ‘clack’ as it reflected a bit of light. There it was. The round disk-shaped thing was right in front of her. It was almost like a flat disk except it bulged in the middle, creating a rounder sort of shape. The child knew there was a button or something that would make it turn on. Neko-chan just shook its head as it took the disk in her teeth, sitting it a bit from Kiseki. With her fangs showing slightly, the animal pushed the button on the side of the object with her nose.

When light filled the vicinity of the small room, the young kitten jumped backwards, landing on her feet again. It dulled down somewhat, leaving just a single widespread beam pointing at Kiseki. The said girl blinked as a figure began to form. Her right hand came to her mouth to stifle the gasp that was about to come out. The letter fluttered to the floor temporarily forgotten. There was a small swish as Kiseki wiped yet another strand of hair out of her eyes to get a better view. So this was the person who gave her the necklace, sent the letter, and actually had a bit of compassion for the girl’s poor soul.

It wasn’t a full figure, unfortunately. The silhouette formed what appeared to be a fourteen-year-old boy. He wore a black short-sleeved shirt with black leather pants clinging to his legs. A cape was attached to a plate falling across his chest, flowing in some unknown wind. There was a symbol on the plate that shined. It was a dark moon outlined in a golden color. Two more silver pieces sat on his shoulders, protecting them as did the ones on his knees. There was a shield lying next to him, probably bearing the same symbol, but Kiseki couldn’t tell because the front was on the ground. From what you could see, his skin was tanned nicely, and firm muscles were shown. That could explain the armor. His face was hidden by the darkness. The only two things you could see were his eyes glowing bright red.

“Hello, Kiseki.”

She froze again, the deep baritone voice penetrating her thoughts. The twelve-year-old was left staring at the hologram placed in front of her. She so longed to reach out her hand and touch him. Yet, she knew she could not because her flesh would go right through him. Kiseki winced as she heard faint clashing of swords in the background. The image sighed, kneeling down on one knee to be leveled with the girl’s eyes. He lifted up a hand and looked at it carefully, turning it every which way.

“So I guess my little creation got to you, did it not?” the figure asked, staring down at the kitten perched on the ground by the girl’s feet. “What an... inconvenient time.” He paused for a moment, still hearing the clashing of metal and tear of flesh behind him. “If you’re wondering where I am, let’s just assume I’m in an alley of some sort. I don‘t have much time to have a proper conversation with you either, unfortunately.”

“I-I,” Kiseki stuttered, shaking her head. For once in her life, she was rendered speechless. She could tell the other figure was smiling, even if she didn’t see his face. “Is it really you?” The other nodded, suddenly growing somber. Reaching under the chest plate to retrieve something, time seemed to slow down as he pulled something out. It was a silver chain necklace which had a charm on the end of it. The child’s eyes widened even more as she held hers up to his, seemingly connecting them together.

“I hope this is enough evidence for you, Beloved,” the figure whispered. “There is only one of these charms in the world. You may not know how to unlock it, but there is a hidden power within these charms, that I assure you of.”

“Why are you calling me Beloved?” Kiseki asked, tilting her head to the side. The figure just chuckled richly.

“Is it that you do not approve of the name?” The younger blushed a bit, gaze staying locked on the floor for the third time that day. “I assume that’s a negative. I think you are also wondering why I am calling the kitten my ‘creation’, correct?” A nod. “She is, in a sense. I created her with the powers I am learning to control. Think of her as an experiment of sorts. Other than the fact that she was made by me, she is no different than an ordinary cat.” Kiseki smiled with a genuine one, but that quickly disappeared.

“You know, this is the only present I remember ever getting in my life. I can’t remember anything else. And I guess you know why, from the letter. You can’t tell me though, right?” Kiseki asked hesitantly. Before the other could answer, a shriek echoed through the room as the fighting got closer. “Why are you fighting? Is a war going on?” the girl asked hesitantly. There was a sad nod.

“Yes, and I myself also am forced to fight. Personally, I do not believe violence is the answer to Akharah’s problems, but our so called ‘leaders’ think otherwise. So here I am, at the age of fourteen, fighting for what I believe in.” He sighed again and placed the jewelry back underneath his armor. He patted it, reassuring the younger that it would be safe.

“B-but isn’t there a chance you’ll get killed? I don’t wanna be alone...”

“Yes, there is a chance, Beloved. I swear, I’ll stay alive until I can see you again. I’ll win this world and give it to you. Together we shall rule with just judgment and fair laws which will make everyone happy. Don‘t you want that?”

Kiseki stood up, walking up to the image, “N-no. I don’t. I don’t want all of that! I just don’t want to be alone anymore. You’re the one who needs to understand! I wanna be normal again. You’re right; you don’t know what I’ve been through here. I ache, I hurt, and I’m afraid.” Her knees buckled and she knelt down in front of the image again, looking up into his demonic eyes. “I’m scared, I really am.”

He sighed, bringing his transparent hand to her cheek, placing it about only a millimeter away. “I know you are, and I wish I could help you in some way. All I can say is to stay strong. Try to remember whatever good times you had in your life so far. They’ll be your anchor to my world someday.”

“What do you-” Wherever the person was, he picked up whatever was recording him and ran to a different spot. Suddenly, an explosion rattled the contraption and sent rocks flying everywhere. Some of them just happened to strike the boy. “Are you all right?!?!”

“I’m fine. If this had gotten to you at a different time, I would have gotten more time to speak with you. That was not the case. I wish I could have talked to you sooner... but there is nothing we can do about it, correct?”

“Matte! Before you go: When will I see you again? Please tell me it’ll be soon?” Kiseki asked. Even just the few minutes she had with him made her feel better already. The figure smiled at her before getting up once more, taking the machine with him. Now you could only see the red of his eyes.

“That I am not sure of myself. In contrast to contrary belief, this War shall end sooner than they think. Our side shall prevail and my world shall be put into restoration. Then we shall see when you will be able to return. It is not my decision, but the choice of others.” It was like Kiseki could actually feel the smirk on his shadowed face. “Just remember me,” the figure said. “Ore wa nanra shukrei, meiki watashi.” The hologram disintegrated into sparks of light in front of the girl’s eyes. She sniffed, holding back tears. Neko-chan hopped back up on the girl’s shoulder as the disk vanished into thin air.

Kiseki just strode over to the letter lying there on the floor and picked it up. Smiling, she folded it up and put it in her backpack where she kept her locket. “Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get you back. Like you promised all those years ago.” She stiffened as she heard footsteps echoing through the hall right out of her door. A shadow stopped right in front of the few cracks. The sound of keys jangling caught the child’s and animal’s attention. Kiseki pushed the kitten behind her, staring at the door.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” a bulky man was in front of the door, holding a whip in his right hand. “What is with all the ruckus, girl?” he asked in a sickly sweet voice. The said person didn’t bother to answer, backing up against the dirtied wall. She was suddenly taken up by the collar of her shirt, hanging in front of the man. The girl began to choke, but the man paid her no mind. “People are tryin’ to sleep, ya hear?”

“Y-yes sir,” she answered softly, her voice barely audible.

“Wha’d ya say?” he asked again, a bit more harshly.

“Yes sir!” Kiseki replied, fear etching its way into her voice. She dared not to make a sound as she was thrown against a wall. A crack was heard, and Kiseki winced. Her feet were dangling a few feet from the floor. The man’s hand held her neck tight. The child’s eyes said it all: Please don’t hurt me. Not tonight. He laughed manically, bringing the weapon up to the girl’s face, running it along the bruised skin of her cheek.

Meanwhile, Neko-chan was looking on in worry, her emerald eyes staring up at her new master. Her body was camouflaged by the darkness of the building. The kitten could only watch as her master’s fear was practically tangible. Neko-chan’s instincts were telling her to do something, but honestly speaking, she had no idea what. Trying its best not to mew, the cat went over and tugged on the whip, thus forcing the man’s attention on her.

“So this is what?” the man snarled, glancing at the kitten. The animal just stood there defiantly, still hanging on tight to the end of the whip. Its eyes were determined to set the young girl free. Tiny teeth hung onto the weapon with all their might. Kiseki could have sworn the cat growled as it was thrown around. The hand around the child’s neck loosened before it finally came off. The girl was left clutching her throat and panting harshly as she watched the wretched man stalk over to her newest friend.

A scream, “No!” Kiseki flung herself in front of the kitten after she shouted that, hoping to protect the animal in some way. “I won’t let him hurt you like he did me.” She clutched the cat close, shielding its body with her own.

‘Not the whip...’

End Kiseki’s Dream

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[F e n i]

Kiseki sat up straight on her bed, gasping for air. She tilted her head and saw Kessai holding her wrists firmly against the bed. The girl just realized she was perspiring and shaking, symptoms that her companion saw her convulsing in the nightmare. The girl closed her eyes as the other let her go slowly, cautious in case something happened. There was a silent atmosphere surrounding the two, neither wanting to make a sound. For both of them feared that something would happen once someone did. The Dark-wielder just let her companion’s wrists slip out from her hands as she sat down onto a chair next to the bed.

“Are you well now, hikari?” Kessai asked a bit hesitantly. The girl just didn’t answer, choosing to stare at the floor instead. She didn’t want to reveal the source of her nightmares now. Kiseki swore to herself she never would. The Light-being had been living with them for the last ten years, and she was pretty much used to it already. Her fingers began to fiddle with the sheets a bit awkwardly. The cloth rippled and slid from her hands over and over again. Thought after thought, lie after lie ran through her head in a mantra.

A soft purr interrupted her state of mind. Kiseki raised her eyes from the white sheets to meet two emerald ones. “NEKO-CHAN?!?!” she nearly screamed. Another purr echoed through the confinement of the room as the startled teenager picked the small kitten up. “My little kitten, Bastet, where have you been all these years?” Neko-chan, now revealed as Bastet, just buttered its head against her masters, wanting to be picked up. Kiseki did so, a ghost of a smile remaining on her lips. Her hands now ran over the soft and glossy fur of the kitten, as if to prove the animal was really there, sitting right inside of her palms.

To say the least, Bastet hadn’t grown much bigger. The Light-being could feel that the animal was heavier but only slightly. Her fur was still glossy and black, still looking like the kitten she was back when the girl was twelve. The Dark-wielder watched from her place by the bed, smiling to herself as she caught yet another glimpse of the old Light she used to know. So Kiseki still did have a heart although it was hidden by walls of hate, despair, and loneliness. The sixteen-year-old stopped stroking the kitten as she went back to the present. Kessai was still waiting for an answer, right?

She had one. Kiseki knew this wasn’t a good answer at all, but it was the only one she could supply. The girl just wasn’t ready for the other explanations at the moment. Kiseki was just too emotionally unstable for the consequences right now. Stealing a single glance at the samurai, she jumped out of bed, ignoring the dull throb at her side. Bastet was secure in her arms as the teen sprinted out the door with her pet and bag. Papers flew, furniture rattled, and the samurai was just sitting there if nothing had happened. Kessai shook her head and sighed, reclining in her chair. It was almost if she knew that this would happen.

Well, what would you expect from a poor orphan that was tainted all her life? You’d expect, if you were good at reading emotions and such, that she wouldn’t be all to calm when it came to talking about nightmares. Then again, no one would. A nightmare was a manifestation of one’s fears and darkest feelings. That dark dream was one of the many that gave miniscule clues about the girl’s past which she herself could not remember. Wouldn’t you be frustrated if you had one of these so called bad dreams and not know their origin? You would know they were from your past, but not knowing what made the images themselves?

Kiseki had a fear. Yet, she didn’t know what, and she didn’t know why. The teenager just wanted to face it and rid herself of it. The conquering was going to be harder than expected. The inner turmoil the girl was now going through just added to the burden that Kiseki had to carry by herself. She was just too stubborn to let anyone else help her with her problems.

The samurai stood up from the wooden chair, placing it back where it should have been. Something solid black caught the samurai’s silver eyes. Kessai shifted her gaze to the bed, seeing the journal on there. The words upon the page glittered in black gel ink. It flowed neatly through the lines, not a single cross-out or blob littering the page. The samurai strode up to the book, but her eyes didn’t glance at the words. Or tried to anyway.

‘Dear Diary,’ flashed through her mind before she slammed the journal shut.

~Scene Change~

“Do you really think that’s her?” Libria asked, shivering just a bit. The five were now back at the school. It was a free period, so they were just lounging on a bench outside. They were done with their training, so they got to wear whatever they wanted. The only one who really used this ‘freedom’ was Kiru. He now wore a black hoodie and ripped jeans. The hood was pulled up, shadowing his face.

Raikou sat on the table, half lying on it. His hands were placed on the wood and his head rested on them. “I think it was. I mean, didn’t you see the look in her eyes?” The Lightning Elemental sat back up. His hands supported him. Raikou looked out into the distance for a bit, “That glare made most of us react, not counting Kiru. To think, that’s not even half of what the rumors said.”

They all went silent after the teen said this, all contemplating the consequences. They might as well get used to the teacher. They were going to have to ‘follow’ her for the next few months. This group of students was the best in that particular School of the Gifted. Thus meaning that the small group was in for some new activities.

TO BE CONTINUED

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[~Chinchii~]

The dream was depressingggg ;___;

IT IS AWESOME.

[oni-おに♥]

Truly, I agrree with Autu. Couldn't have put it better mehself.

[♥ROSEH♥]

-Nods furiously- I likeded it. But, I'm all too used to sad stuffers soo...^^ Didn't make me cry. o-o But I luffed the chappie and can't wait for the rest!!!

Kiru- One little detail...-- I have blue eyes. Not black. Though, it would be a bit more appropriate to what you people call my 'Issues'...

Me- -- Another little detail...YOU'RE NOT ONE TO HAVE FAN GIRLS CROWDING YOU...and if you did...then they wouldn't be lurking for long. And another, I nearly cracked up laughing...picturing Kiru with fan girls lurking after him. LMAO. x3 So be happy she put joo in the story, goddamit.

Kiru- >_< It wasn't my decision to be in the goddamned story. Once again, people think it's okay to talk for me...