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Song of RevengeIt seemed to him a battle raged.
And circumspect, the sleepy blaze
Betrayed the corpses. Embers crowned
The open brazier of the town.
And if he came too late, he rode,
Was altered under fire's glow,
With auburned cheeks and sootened eyes,
Too young to brace and realise
There can be nothing in this place
To bear the part of mercy's grace,
To bleach the blood before it calls
Or catch the youth before he falls
From this bleak manuscript of death.
Thus echoes now his pledging breath:
“I shall not return until...”
And when his purpose thus enthroned
Sets forth upon the winter road,
His course is set, his purpose born
In hate. Thus fate will be redrawn.
His words will echo down the years
To sons whose sons will bear the tears
Of all the young who once believed
That justice could be thus achieved:
In circles ever traced in vain,
By blood on blood and round again.
Morning CoffeeShe came downstairs to the rich smell of breakfast and human beverages brewing. Ichigo was crashing dishes in the kitchen and the radio was rattling off a tinny love song. She flopped down on the sofa and, finding a blanket there, wrapped it around her body, half-inclined to hide herself completely, but it was already too late for that. He peered out at her from behind an open cupboard door:
“What were you dreaming?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Must have been something.” He went back to preparing their breakfast: “Yuzu was freaked out: said you were yelling or something and then” – he glanced over to see her reaction – “I tried, but I couldn’t wake you. Still, you went quiet as soon as I was there, so I thought” –
“It’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself.”
“Just so you know – it was only so you’d keep quiet.”
She watched him carry two steaming mugs fr
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Katahito YuriBefore my twenty–fifth year, I had earned a name for myself. I had faced death. I had ridden out and learned to follow orders, then led men of my own. I had tasted the clash of blades.I had served my Lord Akayama for eleven years and, in that time, his family had flourished and our world had changed. Yes, I had earned a name for myself and, like my father before me, I would use it to raise up my lord and bear his standard into battle.
But not today.
On this side of the house there was a small orchard with sparse vegetation. Its dusty soil offered a natural space for training and privacy enough that I could be certain no–one would stumble upon my poor mood this afternoon. I lifted my chin from my hand briefly to say one word:
The child pouted.
Akayama Ryuunari had attained the tender age of four when his father decided he should learn the way of the sword. It was the kind of delicate training that could be entrusted only to his most faithful and honoured
I Want All of You 10 - Loss of ControlAs Byakuya and Renji approached Rukia, they saw her leave her tent and turn back towards the forest. Briefly reassured, Byakuya was still uncertain as to why her reiatsu was so disturbed. Although she seemed confused, she didn’t appear to be injured. But when she turned towards them, Renji took a step back and said her name. Byakuya was shaken to see the panic that spread across his fukutaichou’s face.
Eyes wide, Renji was nevertheless mute. He had never before seen that look on Rukia’s face, save for, perhaps once, at the death of Shiba Kaien. Then Rukia had been silent. But she had been without hope then. Her whole being had seemed to cry out with pain. Now, they saw Rukia fall to her knees and start to weep. Then, through her tears, they heard her speak:
“Renji, I didn’t want….. I’ve….. Oh Kami, I’ve killed him…… Byakuya-nii-sama, forgive me! Don’t leave me alone…..”
Byakuya’s eyes widened
You Were DreamingRukia woke in the grey hours before dawn and found herself disorientated. This was not her house. Light crept in through a window behind her and she could hear others breathing in the half-dark. Then she remembered: this was Ichigo’s house. Not only that: she had slept.
She’d been too ashamed of her recent spate of nightmares to risk shutting her eyes with the others around. Spirit creatures didn’t officially need sleep in the same way that humans did. As with food and water, it was possible for a shinigami to go days, even weeks, without sleep. However, it wasn’t particularly wise, since she was still capable of tiredness and that, in turn, bred mistakes. Now that she had finally managed a few hours rest, her body felt warm and heavy; a little achey from yesterday’s exertions. But she could worry about that later. For now, the world was paused.
She moved to roll over and discovered something else: someone was holding her hand.
Well, not exactly holding it
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Takashi IsamuThis is not the world that I was taught would await us, I think, as I lay the sword down, blade turned towards me though it is still in the sheath, and bow my forehead to the ground. My lord will let me remain so as he speaks. I have not yet decided if I am comfortable with this level of humility, though I catch myself even as the thought crosses my mind: it is not my place to decide. Even if I were one of his trusted servants, I would have no right to rise early from my obeisance. As it is, I am not even that. I am here because my lord is charitable and he has taken pity on a masterless swordsman.
"I am impressed," he says.
Part of me simpers. It weeps with gratitude.
I hate this part. I admire instead the part that would have me stand up and demand of him what he expected. My blood is samurai; my family are honourable. Did he not believe me when I told him my story?
I remind myself that it is this latter piece of me, the one that uses a foil of pride, that is a beast. It will no long
I Want All of You 9 - And in my NightmaresSuddenly the sky was striped with lightning and a roar of thunder followed. Rukia sat up with a start. She was alone; it was dark; the clearing and the waterfall had vanished. She realised that she was still in the tent. After a moment’s respite, Rukia felt panic seize her again. She could hear no sound. Silence reigned outside.
She rose quietly and left the tent to find that a heavy fog had enveloped the battlefield. And, though she reached out with her reiatsu, she could sense no shinigami. Where was Byakuya? And Renji? And everyone else? What had happened? Cold apprehension closed over her chest. The atmosphere was heavy.
All at once, there was movement and Rukia felt the presence of hollow all around her. She couldn’t see them but she could sense their approach. She started to run. She needed to get away. They were too numerous, too powerful, too much for her!
“You will not escape us,” said a deep voice in the darkness: “You look as if you will be deli
Merry Go RoundJuushiro was right, Byakuya thought: he was in a strange mood. As he crossed the moonlit garden, it seemed that everything had taken on an exquisite clarity, as if he might trap it all in a glass bauble and keep it locked away safely. His home, the garden: was it his imagination or did they not feel quite so empty as they usually did. He could recall days spent here as a child when he had been surrounded by family, and the lawns had seemed to stretch on forever. He’d pulled wooden toys on string across this grass; he’d dipped his toes into the cool pools. As a young man, he’d courted a woman between the silver branches of the sakura trees.
And now that they were gone, there remained only Rukia. Tonight, even she seemed very far away. He would know if she was dead, he thought. He’d not admitted such to Ukitake because he wasn’t certain of the mechanism of it; he couldn’t feel her reiatsu: it was too weak for him to trace between worlds, but she was a
The Eve of Every Tomorrow - Akayama MeiWhen I was a child, my parents said of me I would have a heart that strives always for sunlight.
The people here treat the occasion of our coming as little more than of passing interest. They have had refugees before then.
This is all that is left of our village: five families from the edge of town, and me. And I am all that's left of my family, which means, I suppose, that there is no family anymore, and no house, and no fields to sew and no crops to reap. And I am meant to feel a great and abiding sorrow, save that, when I search for it, the pain is absent. I find only curiosity at this ascent into a strange, new world.
The house winds around the edge of the mountain. I feel compelled to examine it: the rooms, the corridors, the decks that curl like wooden serpents. I thought houses were built horizontally, with perhaps a storey above and one below, but this one is like a piece of a puzzle, fitting part for part into the stone that harbours it. Following the contours of the mount
All I Was Able To Give (part 2)He watched as his mate struggled. Day in and out Mikey was sluggish, depressed, unwilling or unable to train for longer than an hour or so. There were times when Raph would catch Mikey holding his stomach as tears trickling down his face. Those times Raph would hug Mikey. Would pull the young turtle tightly against his body and whisper how much he loved Mikey into the turtle's ear.
It was slowly destroying them, both of them. They had wanted a baby for so long. They’d hoped and dreamed of having a child of their own, just as their brother's had, had with their mates; the news that it was almost impossible was a near fatal blow to them. And while Mikey slowly fell into depression Raph found himself becoming more and more violent. At night when he went out on patrols he would bellow and rage at thugs and gangsters. Normally he tried to show some restrain when fighting with them, but now that was gone. He broke bones, fought dirty, did whatever it took to try and release the pent up
Kingdom Hearts III: The Search for Sora Chapter 1
"Is reality a dream, or is dreaming a reality?
The universe is full of answers, I only want one.
My question: Why me?"
Deep within the interior of a large black-painted building, there stood a mouse-like figure. At three feet tall, his face shrouded by a black hood, and only his tail exposed, he gazed out the window towards a scarcely populated area. The only way it could be seen were by the street lights dimly lit.
"We need a new bearer...", said a voice, behind the short mouse.
The short figured turned almost immediately towards the man hidden in darkness. From out of the shadows, the man stood only a foot out and thus could barely be seen.
''I know," the mouse figure spoke. "But the question is…"
"Who will it be?" the shadowed man replied quickly, making a mental note. "The heartless will be drawn to him… So that will make him easier to follow."
"Don't forget… It could be a girl."
The mouse-like figure turned around towards the window once more. It
Game Cave Chapter 01: Bust-A-Bomb!
Blue sky, white clouds, and a hint of desert wind from the east. All was calm, as if the entire universe were holding its breath. Then it exhaled. The sky erupted in a fury of orange, yellow, red, and green flame. A mixture of hellfire and rocket fuel, with a dash of magic thrown in for maximum damage.
Custom explosives were like that, Bombkatt thought, sitting in the Captains chair of the Jolly Dagger. Multicolored, sparkly, vicious. No matter the recipe, each bento bomb was unique. In her mind at least. Katt loved crafting her own weapons, and she was damned good at making them. It was a gift. Bentos, specifically, were her preferred weapon of choice. With the right Majeki inserted, they could even be used to entertain parties. Not these ones. These were made to kill.
The Jolly Dagger, Katt’s newly bought airship, cast a W
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 11
Chapter: 11 Cave of Evil
A boisterous, nasally voice spoke up. "Lights...camera...action! Hellooooooo galaxy! Desiree DazzleDaze here with the latest in interstellar news." She quickly twerked her butt implants back into place. "Breaking news. Are the Galactic Guardians finally beaten? Recent reports show that the Phantom has attacked the famed Admiral Jetson's cruiser. Not only was the hero killed, but the Guardians were late to the party...AGAIN. It seems the pony doctor's drones were a flop, and the GoldenHearts?.....No shows!" Her audience laughed and chortled away as she giggled with a snort. "It's bad enough that Queen Elsa threw a fit at her royal ball when another queen attempted to woo her hubby. Speaking of which, where has the king gone off to? Who knows, he may be running off with that curvaceous Madrisian queen. Careful Elsie, Mikie's slowly....but surely....dumping your icy
Adventures in Equestria Ep. 32
*In the kingdom of Mareheim, late in the morning, Mezmo and Salem stood before the Mane Six, including Spike, outside the palace gates*
Mezmo: Alright, everyone, since I lost track of time hanging with Prince Carson yesterday, I’ll be giving you a tour of the kingdom today. Hopefully, we’ll have just enough time afterwards to get ready for the ball tonight.
Twilight: We look forward to it, Mezmo. *to the others* Don’t we?
*The remainder of the Mane Six, Spike included, nodded with comments of agreement*
Mezmo: Awesome! So, where should we go first?
Twilight: I’ve been personally interested in your old home.
Mezmo: *uncomfortable* Uh… How about we save that one for last?
Salem: Touchy subject. Believe me.
Twilight: Oh… I understand.
Pinkie: Aren’t there any famous landmarks in town?
Mezmo: *snaps his fingers* Good idea, Pinkie! And I know just the one to start with. Follow me, please!
*Leading his Ponyvillie friends through the streets of his ho
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 13
Chapter: 13 Murderer
1:20 am Madrisia
I immediately shoved the queen off of me and rolled out of bed. "Sirena!", I scolded.
She fidgeted with her nightgown and stuttered, "I...I...I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that."
I stormed out of the bedroom and into the lounge. "Damn right you shouldn't have! What were you thinking?!"
"I was...erhm...checking up on you. Then I saw you kissing in your sleep...and I....I just had to feel your lips again!"
"Sirena, you're a mess.", I sighed. "Don't you EVER do that again!"
She hung her head in shame. "Oh Michael, I'm so sorry." She fell to her knees and began to sob hysterically. "I don't know who I am anymore!", she bawled.
Having lost my parents, I knew the feelings she was going through. I helped her up and into my arms. "Shhhhhh. Shhhhhh." I rubbed her back as she cried into my shoulder. "I know, your majesty. I know it hurts. But we're gonna get you throu
The Sofa - Part 1Jesse hoped this apartment wasn’t a bust like the last three. He and his future roommate, Rob, had waited too late to start looking, and all the decent, cheap places near campus were taken. So far, the two seniors had seen a place with a rat hanging out by the front stoop, a place where smoke smell had seeped into the carpets, and a place with obvious water damage and one tiny closet. Now Jesse was on his own because the only time the landlord was available to show the apartment was during Rob’s shift at the local coffee shop.
Things weren’t looking too good here either. The landlord had this weird nervous look about him. He kept fidgeting and stalling before they headed into the apartment. “Um, I just want to let you know,” the quiet man was saying, “one of the tenants is in the apartment.” Jesse didn’t see why that should be a big deal. “Um, please don’t mind him.” After that, the man finally led him up the stairs, fid
Mysteries of the Galactic Guardians - Chapter: 12
Chapter: 12 The Queen's Bodyguard
THE FOLLOWING IS TAKEN FROM THE DATALOG OF GALACTIC GUARDIAN, ELSA GOLDENHEART.
I flung open the doors and entered my castle. Anna leapt up from her seat, "Sis? What's wrong?" I hugged her tight.
"It's Michael. He's out of range and Loki....and...and..-"
"Slow down, Elsa.", worried the redhead. "Breathe. What happened to Michael?"
"Loki's behind everything. The attacks...the Phantom. All of it. He has a plot against Michael and now I can't reach him. I'm setting course for Dagobah, and I'm bringing him home." I broke free of my sister's embrace and raced upstairs.
"Wait, Elsa. This could be a trap!"
"I don't care, Anna. He's my husband and I'll travel to the ends of the galaxy for him." I looked at my wedding ring, gaining motivation from it. "I'll love him forever. For better and for worse. Anna, you are in charge if.....until...I return." I packed my bags
Every Breath You Take || Ch. 10Already shielding herself from the sight of Abels' withered wounds, Claire twisted around to match the face to the voice.
Dean. Dean was here, which meant things were suddenly and overwhelmingly looking up for her. But he wasn't just looking at her. Her heart went out to him when she saw the horror twist his features upon spotting the shrunken Sam pinned to the table. He muttered Sam's name, but the brothers were only able to share anxious eye contact from the space between them. Dean's eyes were back up again to Abel's, and Claire was exceedingly grateful she wasn't the target of that cold rage.
Abels clenched his jaw furiously when he saw Claire face glow for the blond hunter. If these damnable hunters hadn't intervened, she would have already been tamed by this point!
"You really think I would hand her over to you? When this is what you let happen to the people under your watch?" The witch gestured to Sam, easily playing up on the guilt Dean already burdened himsel
Bleach Part 60 - The World RevolvesRukia woke to the sound of familiar voices. Very familiar voices that filled her heart with relief.
She'd had a couple of hours sleep, she guessed, back in her own bed for the first time in nearly a year. And now she rose, listening to a heated discussion outside, and dressed in a purple kimono with violet and green flowers winding across the fabric. This would be the first time Ichigo had ever seen here wearing her own clothes. She wondered idly if that affected her choice in any way. She tied a green sash about her waist and stepped outside. The two men, who had been bickering, at once fell silent. "Good morning," she said and sat down on the decking between them, stretching her bare feet into the short grass. Ichigo grinned:
"Rukia. I thought you were meant to be resting."
"How could I? You too were being so loud. What are you doing here?"
"Ichigo's still recovering," said Renji.
"That's not true. I'm fine. I was in the dojo when Kenpachi came in and told me he wants to fight me."
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