Note: Due to FF.net have M-rating restrictions, and me being worried that the actual chapter would be taken down. This unedited chapter would be left here, and yes, there is gore involved. I blame myself for watching way too much CSIs or horror games, especially 'Until Dawn', now that one gives me shivers.
Sun: Rays
It felt like he is floating, hovering within the darkness. He was unconscious, trying to stay asleep and be surrounded by the peace it provided. He didn’t want to wake up to the physical pain and the all too familiar pain of the cold metal opening him and run straight through him. Nor did he want to find himself awake in a dream and find himself suspended in the air with piano wires digging into his skin and cutting it open, letting the wires drip red trails down as they tightened their hold on him.
It occurred to him, that someone is stroking his face and disturbing his sleep. He wakes up to crimson eyes and raven hair above him, the rays of sun pierced through the leaves of the tress, giving the person above him a halo sort of look. He tries to stay alert, tries to keep his eyes open, but his body drags his mind into darkness and he knows no more.
Somewhere
Matsuda couldn’t’t do not understand as to why Lee was agitated with him nor could he understand as to what drew him to the teen in his arms as they went to the destination with the cargo load they carried with them.
Taking a break in the middle of their destination, Matsuda and Lee hid in the shades with the unconscious teen in their care. Lee, reluctant, was sent to collect or search for food and water under Matsuda’s orders. By the time his partner left, he stared at the teen in his arms before laying him against the tree trunk. He stared at the teen and privately admitted within himself, that the sleeping teen in front of him is beautiful. Tragically beautiful were the two words, now that Matsuda thought of it, which described the teen before him. Scars, bruises and open wounds decorated the teen and if neither Matsuda nor Lee had decided to treat him with basic treatment after reading his aura, the teen would’ve died by all the jostling on their trip to the destination.
He remembered the glazed violet eyes that looked at him, unfocused and acceptance of defeat. He knew that within him, he had to do something to get the teen out of the rubble, and including that said teen into his plan gives him enough scenarios, all of which, reached to his goal. Destroying and killing the one person he hated the most. Matsuda’s eyes narrowed before he looked away from the teen.
For all he knew, Matsuda hated doing his current job for his current boss, but he couldn’t help but jump into this opportunity. This nameless teen with big light violet eyes has the same shade of eye color as Nozomi’s. His beloved Nozomi.
Revenge never suited him, mostly because it’s petty and messy, but it grew, clawed and grip his insides furiously, within him overtime when he is working for his current employer. However, he could feel his conscience slowly reeled back into his mind with guilt before forcefully showing it away. It wouldn’t’t do, if he gets sidetracked, but even so, he couldn’t shake off the memories of dazed violet eyes, beautiful red hair and a smile that’s wilts away. The skin dehydrated until you see just skin clinging to the bones, the face barely recognizable and outlined the skull, and the eyes sockets are empty - stolen - and she was still wearing her purple kimono decorated with red maple leaves when he found her on the table, strapped down and face splattered with red paint and sightless.
Lee…he wasn’t’t sure if he should feel disgust, anger or pity. It took a while to look at Lee face-to-face, and it took even longer to look at him eye-to-eye and not drown in guilt and rage. Lee hadn’t known that those eyes belong - taken - from her. He was under the assumption that someone given up on them out of generosity. And yet, there was a tiny bit of doubt in which he wonders if Nozomi would approve his thirst of revenge for her. In all the midst of his deep thoughts, he didn’t’t notice that his hand reached out and stroking the sleeping light violet-eyed teen’s cheek. At the sound of the teen’s moan, stirring in his arms, Matsuda froze at realization at what his hand was doing, violently cursing up a storm inwardly while outwardly...he kept on his usual expressionless face minus the widen eyes and his body just halted in its place. Dazed violet eyes blink at him before surrendering back into sleep.
The older of the two didn’t’t know when he held his breath after waiting for a minute before letting out a sigh of relief and dropping his hand away from the teen’s face, stilling it next to his side and balling it up into a fist.
“What are you?” Matsuda whispers to the teen, but he also knew that he wouldn’t’t get an answer for the teen had fallen asleep again.
Clamp Campus - Private Hospital
If anyone asked Nokoru that it was possible to be allies with the enemies, he would say it depends on the situation, and sometimes he hated to be right. For this situation, he wasn’t sure how to feel. He would be honest that Kasumi Karen is a kind and a beautiful woman he respects. He would even say that he did have a slight attraction upon meeting her, but knew that it would fade because she loved the late journalist. In turns of events, he is very surprised when a Chi No Ryu came in, carried Karen in his arms, scared some of the students, and asked/demanded for her to be checked upon. Had it been Suoh, he would’ve assumed something else entirely.
Nokoru stared at the doorknob, he wonders if he should go inside, knowing full well that the blond Chi No Ryu, had not once moved from his spot beside her hospital bed. Nokoru wonders if he should feel jealous of the man, but he knows he shouldn’t’t and that’s because his feelings for Karen wasn’t’t something that could be call love or even a crush as of now. He stares at the door and wonders as to why he is hesitating. Shaking his head, he clasps the doorknob, turning it and pushes it open. Kigai sit at the same place from the night before, arms and legs crossed on the chair beside the bed with face blanked.
“The doctors said it was shock, and that she should be fine.” Nokoru said as he walks into the man, the other blond haired man didn’t’t do anything nor show any reaction.
“I see, thank you.” Kigai said, back still facing the CLAMP Chairman.
“…why? I know that Karen-san is a friend of mine, but why?” Nokoru asked, watching the man with a detached emotion. If he wasn’t’t who he is, he wouldn’t’t know the art of the nonverbal language and would probably miss the slight tension on the other blonde’s shoulders. Sometimes it’s a little scary of how he and the blond water master looks slightly similar. Nokoru knows that both of them aren’t’t related to each other. After a pause, Kigai looks at Nokoru and said three words that he understood quite well.
“I don’t know.” Nokoru can see the man’s eyes; the confusion was generally there, with a small regret, before disappearing into the depths of brown.
“Don’t worry, she’ll wake up.” The words came out before Nokoru could stop them, and Kigai blinks at him slightly bewildered at this. Nokoru shrugged, and walked next to Karen’s bed. Touching Karen’s hand with his, he squeeze slightly before letting go, feeling the water master’s eyes on him.
“You should get some rest. You can take the guest room across the hall.” Nokoru said to the water master, who looked up at him, protest ready upon his lips, Nokoru waved it away and gives him a reassuring smile he easily conjures up.
“I’ll watch over her.” Kigai stills, before he relents and head to the door. Opening it up, he looks at Nokoru with something he couldn’t place.
“Tell me when she wakes up; I would like to talk to her.” The blond politician leaves, leaving Nokoru blinking, and wondering as to why the blond politician would have a sudden change of heart. Nokoru looks at the sleeping fire mistress, before sighing and taking the seat where the water master once occupied, and waits for the sleeping beauty to awaken.
Elsewhere
He smirks as he watches those wires and coils speeding at him while he stood there. He counts his seconds before he jumps, leaving behind his USB in the port. He avoids getting speared by the wires and coils, harrowingly avoiding one near his calf. He waits for the USB to finishes its scan before uploading the file. He ducks, and hears a satisfying crash of glass from the large screen behind him before he moves forward and continues to slips through the gaps. Glancing at the computer screen, he notes that it’s finish before moving towards it. Uploading the file, he waits with a bated breath and watches as the wires that follows him.
He stops running and waits, noting that the wires are irritatingly persistent, and turns around.
The wires lunged at him.
He waits for nothing and exits.
The wires didn’t move anymore.
“…surviving the 7.0 earthquake, the police and rescue workers are searching for any survivors and the missing people.” The man’s eyes closed, tapping his finger against the armrest of his sofa as he hears the news. Not minding the noise that his guest was making as she was tied up and occupied on the couch right side of him.
“...those that survived are lending hand and no one knows for sure on how most of Japan’s monuments survived the earthquake…” The man sighed before getting off his sofa and walked over to his guest. A shadow tower over the struggling bundle, green eyes glint maliciously and a frown set on his lips in disgust. The man took hold of the struggling girl’s chin with his yellow gloves, making her look at him. The girl let out whimpers against the cloth and continued to struggle more to get out of his grasp.
“…we are still not sure how many of people are dead from the continuous amounts of earthquakes we have over this year nor are we sure how many people are still missing…” The man glanced at television over his shoulder, before giving it a scoff and looking back at his guest.
“I never thought that with the series of earthquakes, it was easy to take those that I want.” The man said in his whispered tone, and the girl kept on trembling in his grasp. His lips quirked a bit with his eyebrow, he gives the girl a mocking amused look at her determination to try and fight.
He looks down at them from the building, seeing two little ants heading off to his direction. One of them have wires surrounding her, and she was obviously leading but otherwise unaware of her surroundings. The other, looks at girl in front of him with unease, but he stopped and stilled. He smirks, and notes that this person has good instincts as the man with Wind Power flung a wave of wind where he used to be had he decided not to move right there and then. Conjuring up a paper bird, he holds in the palm of his hand with his other and stirs it with his own magic, before pulling the hand hovering over the paper bird up a little wide. Multiple of paper birds appeared, multiplying and multiplying and he conjures more before setting it off for the girl.
He growls at the fact his prey got away from him. The girl was wrapped in a ball of wind and the man jumps away from harm of rapidly hailing paper birds.
"To think you've avoided that, I applaud you. However, that won't be easy." He says to the man, reaching into his pocket he takes out the wires connecting to the main chip and drops them from his hand, letting it fall on to the building rooftop. Liking the girl’s shocked face, and with the flurry of paper birds he summoned earlier, he moved and made it follow the Wind Master. Jumping down, knowing full well that the one with the Wind Power will suffocate and the sharp pain and painless cuts would overwhelm him, he took the remaining the person with him. Forcefully, he broke the windshield and his mask was blown away as the result of his hastiness. The girl screamed, he cringed and knew his cover’s been blown. She saw his face, and that wouldn’t’t do. He subdued her when he appeared in front of her, picked up his mask and took her with him.
“If I had known that the government was involved in this, I would’ve continued earlier and instead off lying low for the past ten years. I really should thank them; my business has just run smoother and easier than ever.” He said as if he was talking about the weather. He reached for the syringe lying on the table beside the couch.
“…in recent events, the conservative politician, Kuzuki Koichi’s son is found dead on his hospital bed. The cause of dead, as spoken with the professionals, is that he died in his sleep after an eight year long coma due to heart failure. In other news, a pharmacist working for the Habiki Pharmaceutical, Yatōji Hiiro’s daughter, Yatōji Satsuki, is currently missing and if you have any news about her whereabouts, please contact this number…” A picture of the missing girl was shown on the screen. The man smirks at the girl, having drugged her earlier with sedative, it was easy to move her before her pet followed her as he observed earlier.
“Well, well, looks like you’re famous and perhaps your dear old dad that would finally miss you or that blond guy that you admire would finally realize that you are missing,” the man said mockingly, his green eyes narrowed and he grins at her stillness. “of course, if you haven’t tried to scream, I wouldn’t have to kill that companion of yours, but then again why should I care about a little mess?” Now, he had gotten her attention, his smile just widened.
“I could send you back,” he drawled as he twirled the syringe in his hands. “however, you’ll open that mouth of yours again and I would like to keep my operations in the dark. I do have a package I need to keep track of without surveillance, of course,” the man ignored Satsuki’s sudden struggle and twists, moving his hand from her chin to her shoulder, “and I would prefer my trackers meet a dead end, so I’m afraid I’ll have to look after you before I return you.” He rolled his green eyes before jabbing the syringe into her juncture of her neck connecting to her shoulder. The numbing agent acting quickly, and unlike the regular numbing agents she is use to, her brain is fogged up before she was able to concentrate on calling for BEAST. Her eyes widened and a flash of fear passes through her eyes, which the man noted with a pleasant smile.
“Ah, I see that you’ve notice what I’ve done. The numbing agent is just a regular numbing agent, although I did add a little mix into that recipe and test it before. You won’t feel a thing. I’m just going to have a little...hmm, what was that word?” He asked himself nonchalantly, before looking back at her, his frown turning in a sinister smirk. “That’s right, a little make-over on you. Don’t worry; you will be more beautiful than you are now.” Turning around, he replaced his yellow gloves with red, and took out a silver brief case, at this time; Satsuki’s consciousness is slowly creeping away and but she’s wide awake. There was a glint of silver, and she registers it as a scalpel.
He takes off her blouse, her undergarments with the scalpel.
Takes out a marker, and begins to draw on her. It didn’t take a while before she understood what he is going to do to her. Her eyes flung open in panic and she could only whimpers at the lead feeling of her arms and legs.
She feels detached when the scalpel breaks under her skin, but there was pain, pain, pain even with the numbing agent working.
He cuts her open, and she could feel the scalpel lightly traces her body where the lines are marked, and the man with those green eyes starts again. Again, as if to memorize where the lines are before cutting open. As if answering her thoughts, he applies the pressure to the sharp small bladed knife. And while there should be accompanied a few minutes of no pain and followed by pain, Satsuma feels nothing, and it was odd to feel her skin break with numbing detachment. It pulled and pressed, and he did it with precision of expertise.
The first to go where her muscles, and the pain, oh god, the pain that couldn’t be masked by the numbing agent and she wanted to scream but couldn’t because of the gag and her scream was muffled, of it being pulled and there was a red hand reaching into her with insistently pulling on the muscles, mercilessly tearing the veins and causing her to bleed more.
She hadn’t known when she is crying or when she closed her eyes, but the mock gesture of the patting on her forehead made her flinch.
“The heart, liver, the lungs, brain, or kidney. Tell me, little girl,” Green eyes staring back at her, mockingly with amusement and fake kindness, “have you found out why is it wrong to kill humans?” Eyes widening, at how that question, when she asked one of the Ten No Ryūs at that time. That man, that monster, grins at her, a truly and utterly deceptively charming grin.
“Oh right you haven’t yet, when you just begins to understand how to be humane, your become arrogant in your blind for your technology.” He said it, taking out what looks like to be a saw. Satsuki tried squirming away, but the saw corrodes the calcium of her ribs and the blade tears her remaining tissues, and she whimpers in pain. She begins to feel dizziness.
“However, I think humans are interesting. Killing each other, hating each other, planning demise for each other. Sounds like something from a mystery book, don’t you think?” The grin spreads into a mocking one. Removing the ribs, he sets it aside and with a crazed grin, he squeeze her right lung and felt herself choking behind the gag, her lungs burned.
“However, I have to leave soon. I would like to play with you more, but duty calls. I’m sure the people that are hunting for me a close by. I hope you don’t mind for making you my parting gift to them?” He sounds apologetic, he shouldn’t have sounded apologetic, but when he connects his green eyes with her brown eyes, Satsuki realizes, and when his hand lets go and reaches for her heart, grasping it and it beats frantically under his touch, blood pooling out of her open chest, that he isn’t apologetic for doing this to her. He’s apologetic for not being able to stay and continue on his p- disgusting act. He squeezes her heart hard, and her eyes widen and what followed where heart pains.
It kept her awake, the pain and the panic, the adrenaline sweeps into her, but she could feel liquid dripping, she feels slightly cold. Her vision and the recognition of the man’s face disappearing and the only final thought she have left in her mind ringed silently.
Yūto…
Her heart bursts.
Clamp Campus - Guest Room
Yūto sat up from the bed rapidly, breathing hard and awake from the dream. The remnants of the dream swirling in his head, the invisible feeling of binds, numbing agent, and pain, pain, pain felt real.
“Satsuki..?” He whispers the name of his comrade and friend, and he could only hope that she would be safe, but the nagging feeling in the back of his mind doubts it.