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Title:Shards
Author/Penname:Kainasilversbane
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: Chapter 10 (Continued WIP)
Pairings: Fujitaka/Kaho centered
Summary: Cross over the boundry from saftey, to insanity
Warning, Notes: Characters death *bawls*
Link to previous chapter: http://community.livejournal.com/reviewers_inc/10635.html#cutid1
Disclaimer: All characters belong to CLAMP, whoot.
Chapter 10
Fujitaka’s eyes fluttered open to the sunlight streaming in through the window, and was surprised to find himself not alone in his bed. In fact, he found himself with his arms wrapped comfortably around Kaho’s sleeping form and thought back as to what could have caused them to end up in such a position.
“We talked about her putting me to sleep with magic…” he murmured to himself as he gently disentangled himself from her and sat up a little. Then he remembered how she had needed intimate contact to put him to sleep, “I must have held onto her after falling asleep.” He smiled down at the woman sleeping next to him before settling back down to doze.
Kaho awoke not too long after and held herself still for a moment, unsure of where she was. Memories quickly remedied much of her confusion, leaving her with only her thoughts on how they were going to react to each other once Fujitaka awoke.
“I’m already awake,” Fujitaka said, his eyes still closed.
Kaho jumped involuntarily at the sound of his voice, “Uh…”
“I say, as long as Sakura and Tomoyo don’t walk in and find us like this, then there’s nothing for either of us to talk about,” the man said as he sat up and smiled down at her. “Thanks by the way, I haven’t slept that well in a while.”
“Uh…” Kaho repeated, then the color drained from her face when a knock came from the adjoining door. They stared at each other for a moment before Fujitaka reacted.
“Hang on a minute!” He said before both of the adults struggled to disentangle themselves from the bed sheets and blankets. Kaho darted for her bed to mangle her blankets somewhat, to make it look like she’d actually slept in it, while Fujitaka slowly headed towards the door. He looked over at Kaho as she crawled onto her bed and held onto a pillow to make it look like she’d just woken up before he opened the door to admit the two pajama clad teenagers on the other side.
Sakura yawned, “Good morning.”
“Good morning Sakura, did you two sleep well?” Her father asked.
“Like babies,” Tomoyo smiled. “How about you?”
“The same, though some of us didn’t need any help,” Fujitaka lied as he turned and scowled at the woman cuddled up with a pillow.
Kaho’d been pretending to doze and cracked open an eye at his comment, “You move five living beings halfway across the globe in a few seconds and tell me how tired you are.”
“Point taken,” Fujitaka smirked as she played along easily with the lie.
“Are we going to do it?” Sakura asked. “Today I mean. Are we even ready?”
“Waiting any longer will just allow the demon to become stronger,” Kaho said as she released her pillow and stood up. She lifted the sleeves of her pj top and inspected the bandaging underneath. They seemed to have been holding up better than they had the night before.
“Oh!” Tomoyo startled all of them as she rushed back into hers and Sakura’s room, returning with three folded bundles of clothes.
“What are those?” Sakura asked warily, somewhere in the back of her mind something was telling her she already knew.
“Why they’re your battle costumes of course,” Tomoyo answered and the other three in the room visibly flinched and sweat-dropped.
“Tomoyo…don’t you think the costumes are a little old?” Sakura asked.
“Not at all,” Tomoyo smiled. “They’ve done exactly what I’ve wanted them to for so long, I can hardly think of letting the people I care for go out without them.”
“I don’t understand,” Fujitaka frowned.
Sakura’s eyes lit up, “I do, she explained the reason for the costumes to us when we were going to capture the Nameless Card.” She looked at her best friend, “I think it’s your place to explain it.”
Tomoyo nodded with a smile, “I have you wear my costumes so I know you will come back to me. Sakura thought for a time it was just to return the costume, but it really meant that you would return to me, safe and sound. The condition of the costumes always tell me how hard the battle was, and how safe you kept yourself through it.”
Kaho smiled, “I see…”
“Me too,” Fujitaka said as he unfolded his costume with a sigh. “Okay, let’s go change.” The joy that spread itself across Tomoyo’s face made him smile.
Not long after they were again gathered in Fujitaka and Kaho’s room, this time three of the humans in simplistic costumes of Tomoyo’s design. Each wore a long, loose necked tunic with matching pants and a sash tied at the waist. On their backs was a symbol, different for each person, that showed their power source. Sakura, in a warm shade of pink, sported a star, Fujitaka, in a dark navy blue, a sun and a moon, while Kaho, in plain black, just had a moon.
“Why is Kaho’s waist sash outrageously long Tomoyo?” Sakura asked as the woman walked up carrying it.
“Because it’s going to double as an emergency bandage,” Tomoyo said as she took the black sash from the woman, folded it in half, then wrapped it around her waist three times before tying it off at the same length as everyone else’s. “You’re too skinny,” Tomoyo muttered when she finished.
“Finally! Someone who agrees with me,” Fujitaka chuckled and Kaho gave him a scowl and poked her tongue out at him like a small child.
“So how are we going to get there?” Sakura asked and they all looked at Kaho.
The woman put her tongue away quickly and backed up a step, “No way, I’m not phasing us there, I’d be unwillingly napping in the middle of a fight…”
“Guess we’re flying then,” Sakura said as she took a quick count, “Er…maybe not. Kero can only carry, at max, two adults, and I can only carry someone for a short distance, and no bigger than Tomoyo.”
Kaho sighed, “I can phase myself there without using much energy.”
“But we don’t know how to get there,” Tomoyo pointed out.
“I never said I was going to get there is one jump,” Kaho smiled, “When I can, I’ll hop roof tops and follow you guys.”
“Is that wise? More so, is it safe?” Fujitaka asked.
“I’ve done it before, multiple times in fact,” Kaho smirked. “Somewhere in my mind, I find it fun.” The smirked turned into a vain grin of delight.
Fujitaka sighed, “Okay, if we’re ready, let’s go.”
OOOO
The way there was uneventful, much to their joy. Kero and Sakura only had to keep an eye on Kaho as they flew, making sure she kept within their sight so they could follow her.
Of course, the people flying were up much higher in the air than the woman who was roof hopping, and it was easy to lose sight of her. When they did, Kero would breath a small, but steady stream of fire until Kaho, who looked up briefly as often as possible, saw it and paused in movement and sent up a flare that would only be visible to magic users.
Unfortunately for Tomoyo, that meant she couldn’t see anything, and expressed her disapproval with a whine as she tried to focus her camera out on the scenery of England.
When they were close enough, Kaho phased all the way up to their level and silently pointed to the large manor set up on a hill side. When they found what she was pointing at, they nodded and she phased away as she began to fall. As they landed on the porch, Kaho appeared in swirl of what looked like sand or dust.
“You know, I noticed this on our way here,” Fujitaka started, “Every time you phase in and out, you look sort of…dusty…or sandy.”
Kaho smirked a little, “Phasing involves me breaking down everything in my body to the tiniest molecule, then moving it around as I’ve told you. That process is visible to a fault, and it appears like I’m disappearing into dust, or even turning into mist as I leave, because those are air molecules attaching themselves to my molecules, or yours, or whoever else I’m taking with me. They’re like visible tag-a-longs. It’s the same way when I phase back in, except this time I’m shedding the molecules that have held on while on the ride, so it looks like I’m appearing in mist or dust, just as you saw.”
“Ow…” Sakura mumbled as she tried to take all of that information in at once.
Kaho chuckled, “That’s why I usually refrain from explaining it.” The amusement quickly disappeared as she reached for the doorknob. It was unlocked, and the door creaked ominously as to slowly swung open.
Inside was dark, eerily still. Shadows played off of everything and made things seem twice as big. Cobwebs hung from everywhere, and the floor moaned under their feet as the walked in.
“How long has it been since you’ve been in here?” Tomoyo asked as she pulled out her video camera.
“About a year,” Kaho answered.
“Then why does it look like nothings been touched for at least half a century?” Fujitaka asked as he rubbed his arms, feeling unexpected chills.
“That’s the ability of any demon,” Kaho said as she calmly head towards a staircase, “To destroy whatever it sees, in whatever way it sees fit. Some like mass, quick destruction, and others, like the one we’ve been encountering, enjoys slow, painful torment. And it shows here as well as it’s slowly rotting this beautiful mansion away, from this inside out.” Her hand touched the decorative wooden banister of the staircase, and parts of it fell away. “This place used to be warm and inviting,” Kaho continued as she carefully made her way up the stairs. “A home that little girls dream about when they go sleep at night. It was old yes, but it was still majestic, and was always taken good care of.” They reached the top of the stairs and Kaho turned left down a hallway. Evidence of fighting was everywhere. Walls had burn marks on them, cracked or shredded in other places. “To come back to it like this…makes me realize how much has happened, in so short a time.” She brought up her right hand as she walked and trailed her fingers through the ash that coated one of the walls, draw nonsense lines as she went.
Fujitaka could see pain in her eyes, and he realized she was reliving what had happened that day all that time ago.
They reached a door and Kaho paused to look at it, then turned her gaze upon the wall just opposite it. It was warped, and strange burn marks swirled around it. She walked over to it and crouched down, drawing her right hand down the wall and down to the floor, a shining layer of dust being lifted and floated around her.
“Nakuru…” the woman murmured the fallen guardian’s name and closed her eyes, remembering that fateful day.
~+~
She forced open the door, but the minute it swung open she wished she’d just left it alone. Inside was a windy, black, storming mass that could have only been the raw beginnings of a portal.
Eriol hung in the center of it, rage written across his face at being interrupted. It had been then that Kaho had realized that Eriol was no longer in control, and slowly began to back away, Nakuru right behind her.
The demon set it’s glowing red eyes on her and gave an inhuman growl.
“Can you reach him?” Kaho asked the butterfly guardian.
“No, he’s buried too far down in the demon’s consciousness,” Nakuru replied. “I’d be shocked if he could actually see what was happening, but I pray that he can’t.”
Kaho turned her gaze back to Eriol and her eyes widened. In the brief seconds that the two of them had taken their eyes off of him, the demon had summoned up a hazy ball of destructive energy, and was now aiming straight at them.
“Run!” Nakuru said as she pulled Kaho away as the blast was sent in their direction.
She had been thrown away from the direct blast, but the repercussions hit her hard. The backlash of power washed over her and almost completely gleaned her of any sort of useful magic she had. When the dust cleared, Nakuru had been nowhere to be found.
Kaho looked up as Eriol floated out of the room, and, like a monster from a small child’s nightmare, he started towards her. She scrambled to her feet and raced down the hallway, coming across Spinel as she passed the staircase.
“Hide!” She shouted at him, and the guardian hadn’t needed any further prompting.
~+~
Kaho closed her eyes to rid herself of the memories, but she knew they would never fade.
“Is this it?” Fujitaka asked as he gestured towards the door.
Kaho nodded as she stood and turned around to look at the rest of them. The man walked over to the door and made to open it, but was stopped in his tracks as bolts of crimson lightning shot from the doorknob and caught his hand, throwing him backwards and into the wall.
Touching the doorknob wasn’t an option, so after Kaho made sure Fujitaka had suffered no ill effects from the shock and being thrown against the wall, she turned and landed a swift kick against the door, hoping to pop the bolt and swing it open. There was a welcome sound of splintering wood and the doorknob broke off as the door swung open, then promptly disappeared as it was sucked into the vortex that was now then entire room.
It was no longer the swirling, wild black storm she remembered it being when she’d seen in the first time. Now it was a steady midnight blue hue that circled slowly in the confines of the room.
Fujitaka looked over at Kaho, who stared at the dark swirls, eyes distant, “What are you thinking about?”
“That I’m about to step into my death,” she answered, loud enough for him to hear, but not for the two girls and the Guardian.
Fujitaka opened his mouth to say something, but Kaho released her hold on the remains of the door jam and allowed herself to fall into the vortex. Sakura immediately followed, Kero at her heels. Tomoyo was only a few seconds behind, while Fujitaka stood there a moment as he watched all of their forms fade into the darkness.
“No one is going to let you die,” Fujitaka murmured as he finally let go of the door jam and fell into the darkness too, his eyes falling closed as gravity pulled him into the portals dark embrace.
OOOO
Okay!
People had asked WAY back in the beginning if I was going to show Nakuru/Ruby Moon's death. I did
I tried for better imagery in this chapter, was it a little odd to read or was it smooth? I really couldn't tell.
Um, I actually don't have much to say about this chapter ^_^
I should have to tape it back together by the time you're done with it ^_~
Author/Penname:Kainasilversbane
Rating: PG-13
Chapters: Chapter 10 (Continued WIP)
Pairings: Fujitaka/Kaho centered
Summary: Cross over the boundry from saftey, to insanity
Warning, Notes: Characters death *bawls*
Link to previous chapter: http://community.livejournal.com/reviewers_inc/10635.html#cutid1
Disclaimer: All characters belong to CLAMP, whoot.
Chapter 10
Fujitaka’s eyes fluttered open to the sunlight streaming in through the window, and was surprised to find himself not alone in his bed. In fact, he found himself with his arms wrapped comfortably around Kaho’s sleeping form and thought back as to what could have caused them to end up in such a position.
“We talked about her putting me to sleep with magic…” he murmured to himself as he gently disentangled himself from her and sat up a little. Then he remembered how she had needed intimate contact to put him to sleep, “I must have held onto her after falling asleep.” He smiled down at the woman sleeping next to him before settling back down to doze.
Kaho awoke not too long after and held herself still for a moment, unsure of where she was. Memories quickly remedied much of her confusion, leaving her with only her thoughts on how they were going to react to each other once Fujitaka awoke.
“I’m already awake,” Fujitaka said, his eyes still closed.
Kaho jumped involuntarily at the sound of his voice, “Uh…”
“I say, as long as Sakura and Tomoyo don’t walk in and find us like this, then there’s nothing for either of us to talk about,” the man said as he sat up and smiled down at her. “Thanks by the way, I haven’t slept that well in a while.”
“Uh…” Kaho repeated, then the color drained from her face when a knock came from the adjoining door. They stared at each other for a moment before Fujitaka reacted.
“Hang on a minute!” He said before both of the adults struggled to disentangle themselves from the bed sheets and blankets. Kaho darted for her bed to mangle her blankets somewhat, to make it look like she’d actually slept in it, while Fujitaka slowly headed towards the door. He looked over at Kaho as she crawled onto her bed and held onto a pillow to make it look like she’d just woken up before he opened the door to admit the two pajama clad teenagers on the other side.
Sakura yawned, “Good morning.”
“Good morning Sakura, did you two sleep well?” Her father asked.
“Like babies,” Tomoyo smiled. “How about you?”
“The same, though some of us didn’t need any help,” Fujitaka lied as he turned and scowled at the woman cuddled up with a pillow.
Kaho’d been pretending to doze and cracked open an eye at his comment, “You move five living beings halfway across the globe in a few seconds and tell me how tired you are.”
“Point taken,” Fujitaka smirked as she played along easily with the lie.
“Are we going to do it?” Sakura asked. “Today I mean. Are we even ready?”
“Waiting any longer will just allow the demon to become stronger,” Kaho said as she released her pillow and stood up. She lifted the sleeves of her pj top and inspected the bandaging underneath. They seemed to have been holding up better than they had the night before.
“Oh!” Tomoyo startled all of them as she rushed back into hers and Sakura’s room, returning with three folded bundles of clothes.
“What are those?” Sakura asked warily, somewhere in the back of her mind something was telling her she already knew.
“Why they’re your battle costumes of course,” Tomoyo answered and the other three in the room visibly flinched and sweat-dropped.
“Tomoyo…don’t you think the costumes are a little old?” Sakura asked.
“Not at all,” Tomoyo smiled. “They’ve done exactly what I’ve wanted them to for so long, I can hardly think of letting the people I care for go out without them.”
“I don’t understand,” Fujitaka frowned.
Sakura’s eyes lit up, “I do, she explained the reason for the costumes to us when we were going to capture the Nameless Card.” She looked at her best friend, “I think it’s your place to explain it.”
Tomoyo nodded with a smile, “I have you wear my costumes so I know you will come back to me. Sakura thought for a time it was just to return the costume, but it really meant that you would return to me, safe and sound. The condition of the costumes always tell me how hard the battle was, and how safe you kept yourself through it.”
Kaho smiled, “I see…”
“Me too,” Fujitaka said as he unfolded his costume with a sigh. “Okay, let’s go change.” The joy that spread itself across Tomoyo’s face made him smile.
Not long after they were again gathered in Fujitaka and Kaho’s room, this time three of the humans in simplistic costumes of Tomoyo’s design. Each wore a long, loose necked tunic with matching pants and a sash tied at the waist. On their backs was a symbol, different for each person, that showed their power source. Sakura, in a warm shade of pink, sported a star, Fujitaka, in a dark navy blue, a sun and a moon, while Kaho, in plain black, just had a moon.
“Why is Kaho’s waist sash outrageously long Tomoyo?” Sakura asked as the woman walked up carrying it.
“Because it’s going to double as an emergency bandage,” Tomoyo said as she took the black sash from the woman, folded it in half, then wrapped it around her waist three times before tying it off at the same length as everyone else’s. “You’re too skinny,” Tomoyo muttered when she finished.
“Finally! Someone who agrees with me,” Fujitaka chuckled and Kaho gave him a scowl and poked her tongue out at him like a small child.
“So how are we going to get there?” Sakura asked and they all looked at Kaho.
The woman put her tongue away quickly and backed up a step, “No way, I’m not phasing us there, I’d be unwillingly napping in the middle of a fight…”
“Guess we’re flying then,” Sakura said as she took a quick count, “Er…maybe not. Kero can only carry, at max, two adults, and I can only carry someone for a short distance, and no bigger than Tomoyo.”
Kaho sighed, “I can phase myself there without using much energy.”
“But we don’t know how to get there,” Tomoyo pointed out.
“I never said I was going to get there is one jump,” Kaho smiled, “When I can, I’ll hop roof tops and follow you guys.”
“Is that wise? More so, is it safe?” Fujitaka asked.
“I’ve done it before, multiple times in fact,” Kaho smirked. “Somewhere in my mind, I find it fun.” The smirked turned into a vain grin of delight.
Fujitaka sighed, “Okay, if we’re ready, let’s go.”
OOOO
The way there was uneventful, much to their joy. Kero and Sakura only had to keep an eye on Kaho as they flew, making sure she kept within their sight so they could follow her.
Of course, the people flying were up much higher in the air than the woman who was roof hopping, and it was easy to lose sight of her. When they did, Kero would breath a small, but steady stream of fire until Kaho, who looked up briefly as often as possible, saw it and paused in movement and sent up a flare that would only be visible to magic users.
Unfortunately for Tomoyo, that meant she couldn’t see anything, and expressed her disapproval with a whine as she tried to focus her camera out on the scenery of England.
When they were close enough, Kaho phased all the way up to their level and silently pointed to the large manor set up on a hill side. When they found what she was pointing at, they nodded and she phased away as she began to fall. As they landed on the porch, Kaho appeared in swirl of what looked like sand or dust.
“You know, I noticed this on our way here,” Fujitaka started, “Every time you phase in and out, you look sort of…dusty…or sandy.”
Kaho smirked a little, “Phasing involves me breaking down everything in my body to the tiniest molecule, then moving it around as I’ve told you. That process is visible to a fault, and it appears like I’m disappearing into dust, or even turning into mist as I leave, because those are air molecules attaching themselves to my molecules, or yours, or whoever else I’m taking with me. They’re like visible tag-a-longs. It’s the same way when I phase back in, except this time I’m shedding the molecules that have held on while on the ride, so it looks like I’m appearing in mist or dust, just as you saw.”
“Ow…” Sakura mumbled as she tried to take all of that information in at once.
Kaho chuckled, “That’s why I usually refrain from explaining it.” The amusement quickly disappeared as she reached for the doorknob. It was unlocked, and the door creaked ominously as to slowly swung open.
Inside was dark, eerily still. Shadows played off of everything and made things seem twice as big. Cobwebs hung from everywhere, and the floor moaned under their feet as the walked in.
“How long has it been since you’ve been in here?” Tomoyo asked as she pulled out her video camera.
“About a year,” Kaho answered.
“Then why does it look like nothings been touched for at least half a century?” Fujitaka asked as he rubbed his arms, feeling unexpected chills.
“That’s the ability of any demon,” Kaho said as she calmly head towards a staircase, “To destroy whatever it sees, in whatever way it sees fit. Some like mass, quick destruction, and others, like the one we’ve been encountering, enjoys slow, painful torment. And it shows here as well as it’s slowly rotting this beautiful mansion away, from this inside out.” Her hand touched the decorative wooden banister of the staircase, and parts of it fell away. “This place used to be warm and inviting,” Kaho continued as she carefully made her way up the stairs. “A home that little girls dream about when they go sleep at night. It was old yes, but it was still majestic, and was always taken good care of.” They reached the top of the stairs and Kaho turned left down a hallway. Evidence of fighting was everywhere. Walls had burn marks on them, cracked or shredded in other places. “To come back to it like this…makes me realize how much has happened, in so short a time.” She brought up her right hand as she walked and trailed her fingers through the ash that coated one of the walls, draw nonsense lines as she went.
Fujitaka could see pain in her eyes, and he realized she was reliving what had happened that day all that time ago.
They reached a door and Kaho paused to look at it, then turned her gaze upon the wall just opposite it. It was warped, and strange burn marks swirled around it. She walked over to it and crouched down, drawing her right hand down the wall and down to the floor, a shining layer of dust being lifted and floated around her.
“Nakuru…” the woman murmured the fallen guardian’s name and closed her eyes, remembering that fateful day.
~+~
She forced open the door, but the minute it swung open she wished she’d just left it alone. Inside was a windy, black, storming mass that could have only been the raw beginnings of a portal.
Eriol hung in the center of it, rage written across his face at being interrupted. It had been then that Kaho had realized that Eriol was no longer in control, and slowly began to back away, Nakuru right behind her.
The demon set it’s glowing red eyes on her and gave an inhuman growl.
“Can you reach him?” Kaho asked the butterfly guardian.
“No, he’s buried too far down in the demon’s consciousness,” Nakuru replied. “I’d be shocked if he could actually see what was happening, but I pray that he can’t.”
Kaho turned her gaze back to Eriol and her eyes widened. In the brief seconds that the two of them had taken their eyes off of him, the demon had summoned up a hazy ball of destructive energy, and was now aiming straight at them.
“Run!” Nakuru said as she pulled Kaho away as the blast was sent in their direction.
She had been thrown away from the direct blast, but the repercussions hit her hard. The backlash of power washed over her and almost completely gleaned her of any sort of useful magic she had. When the dust cleared, Nakuru had been nowhere to be found.
Kaho looked up as Eriol floated out of the room, and, like a monster from a small child’s nightmare, he started towards her. She scrambled to her feet and raced down the hallway, coming across Spinel as she passed the staircase.
“Hide!” She shouted at him, and the guardian hadn’t needed any further prompting.
~+~
Kaho closed her eyes to rid herself of the memories, but she knew they would never fade.
“Is this it?” Fujitaka asked as he gestured towards the door.
Kaho nodded as she stood and turned around to look at the rest of them. The man walked over to the door and made to open it, but was stopped in his tracks as bolts of crimson lightning shot from the doorknob and caught his hand, throwing him backwards and into the wall.
Touching the doorknob wasn’t an option, so after Kaho made sure Fujitaka had suffered no ill effects from the shock and being thrown against the wall, she turned and landed a swift kick against the door, hoping to pop the bolt and swing it open. There was a welcome sound of splintering wood and the doorknob broke off as the door swung open, then promptly disappeared as it was sucked into the vortex that was now then entire room.
It was no longer the swirling, wild black storm she remembered it being when she’d seen in the first time. Now it was a steady midnight blue hue that circled slowly in the confines of the room.
Fujitaka looked over at Kaho, who stared at the dark swirls, eyes distant, “What are you thinking about?”
“That I’m about to step into my death,” she answered, loud enough for him to hear, but not for the two girls and the Guardian.
Fujitaka opened his mouth to say something, but Kaho released her hold on the remains of the door jam and allowed herself to fall into the vortex. Sakura immediately followed, Kero at her heels. Tomoyo was only a few seconds behind, while Fujitaka stood there a moment as he watched all of their forms fade into the darkness.
“No one is going to let you die,” Fujitaka murmured as he finally let go of the door jam and fell into the darkness too, his eyes falling closed as gravity pulled him into the portals dark embrace.
OOOO
Okay!
People had asked WAY back in the beginning if I was going to show Nakuru/Ruby Moon's death. I did
I tried for better imagery in this chapter, was it a little odd to read or was it smooth? I really couldn't tell.
Um, I actually don't have much to say about this chapter ^_^
I should have to tape it back together by the time you're done with it ^_~