Fanfic: Souls
Title: Souls
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: I won't bother my beta with this.
Pairing(s): none, Kitayama, Fujigaya
Rating: PG-15 not quite NC-17
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst, AU-ish, un-betaed, Killing (no blood^^)
Summary: Kitayama was raised to kill and protect.
Author Notes: This is...well, I am not all that sure. It just suddenly struck me and I create this verse. This might be one of my weirder ideas.
The black night caressed his skin and he breathed in deeply. Now was his time of the day.
Kitayama felt his long katana under his coat and it vibrated slightly at his side. He furrowed his brows. A black soul had to be close by.
It seemed tonight he was going to have some work. Lithe, he jumped to the next roof and silently sprinted forward. His sword vibrated more and more and his lips tugged into a satisfied smile. This one was going to lose its life tonight.
It was rare to meet one of his own since there were not many schooled in the old fighting with the sword and were good enough to become a samurai.
Therefore, he was slightly surprised to see the battle in front of him. It was silent with the least of sounds. The swords whirred through the air but barely clashed.
He tilted his head. Should he join in?
Whoever that dark clothed samurai was, he was doing a good job. It almost looked like he danced around the black soul. The movements smooth and elegant. This one had certainly years of practice.
He would watch and wait till the other samurai was done and then approach him. It was insulting another samurai's honour to step into a fight of another without a real reason. Maybe he hunted in this district as well and they could form a team. The more black souls were eliminated the better.
The black soul was terrible ugly. They always were and it was almost impossible to not recognise one. He was thankful that they almost only left their hidings at night. It was always tough to stay the idol-like Kitayama Hiromitsu when he saw a black soul in broad daylight.
This one was especially ugly. The human body it once was, was almost completely consumed. It was black like burned wood with countless cracks. Some limbs were already missing and it only had one hand left in which it was holding the black sword. Its eyes were completely white. Neither iris nor pupil that could have given the dead eyes some life. The mouth was a black abyss and such creatures still made Kitayama shiver.
He had grown up with their pictures, been raised to kill them since he had been four, but he supposed it was impossible to get used to such ugliness.
Kitayama frowned. Were his eyes playing tricks on him or were the movements of the other samurai getting slower? He stood up a little straighter and pulled his katana out of its scabbard.
Another samurai was too valuable to take the risk. Black souls which had been a samurai before their souls got consumed, were always extremely hard to kill. No, he would protect the other fighter.
With one swift movement, he jumped to the other roof. The black soul got distracted by his sudden presence and didn't seem to know anymore who to kill first. It was easy to ram his sword into the monster's back till it was buried to the hilt.
His sword vibrated stronger in his hands than before and then the black soul turned into dust. Million of particles that stood still in the air for mere seconds and then a gentle breeze diffused them.
Satisfied, Kitayama put his sword back in its scabbard as he saw the other samurai collapse.
"Please no." Once gotten in contact with the sword of a black soul, the still pure soul of the victim would got consumed by the dark magic till it was black as well and had turned into a black soul. He had to act fast if he didn't want to have to kill this samurai.
Kitayama hauled him up. There were sweat drops running down the other's forehead and seeped into the black cloth the samurai had over his mouth and nose. The eyes were closed and Kitayama felt fear rise. He must have missed the black soul slice him. Why didn't he step in earlier?
"I'll save you. Hold on." Kitayama wrapped his arms around the other tightly. His katana had started to vibrate again, telling him that another black soul was close. They had to leave.
In one swift movement, Kitayama jumped off the roof and landed a little rougher than usually on the ground because of the extra weight.
They moved fast. A normal human would never be able to see them. Maybe they could see a fast moving shadow over their heads they would pay no further mind to, but nothing more. They were too fast to catch sight of.
Panting, he landed in front of an old wooden door; the other samurai limp in his arms and breathing heavily. Hurriedly, he placed his hand on the door and focused his energy on it. Red flames licked at his palm and the door vanished. Stepping inside, Kitayama felt how the tension fell off him. Here they would be save. The door materialized again.
Moving further into the room, he placed the unconscious figure on the futon lying in one corner of the room.
He needed to find the wound before the black magic intertwined its dark threads with the white ones of the soul. Kitayama had never been particularly good at healing, but he had already saved one or two souls before. His master who had always preached fighting ability wasn't everything, would be dumbstruck if he knew.
Black souls always aimed for the chest, because there was the centre of the soul. Kitayama cursed at the buttons and just tore the black fabric open.
His breath halted. He had never seen something like this before. Over the left shoulder was speared a black net of black magic with its centre over the heart.
Now he wished he had paid more attention to healing classes. Kitayama shook his head, he knew what to do. He couldn't falter in such an important moment.
He placed his palms over the centre of the net and concentrated his energy. It stung. The black magic licked at his palms and only the red flames dancing around his hand prevented it from infecting him as well.
Panting, he sat back on his heels and he pulled his hands away. He had barely managed to withdraw any magic. The net was not significantly smaller.
Rubbing his palms together, Kitayama placed them on the net again. He wanted to throw one quick glance at the other before trying again, as is gaze got caught on something that made his blood run cold.
"No..." Fear gnawed at Kitayama's heart as he looked at the red apple pendant. There wasn't just one person with this necklace, was there?
He had to focus.
Kitayama reached for the energy in his body and focused it on his palms. The black magic stung even more. It felt like he was getting burned. When the pain was getting too much, he pulled away.
The net was smaller. Still big enough, but he had withdrawn some of the magic at least.
The wounded samurai moved and cat like eyes looked at him.
Kitayama knew. He had already looked into those eyes a thousand times. With shaking fingers, he reached out and pulled the black cloth down from the other's nose and mouth.
"You are a gullible fool, Kitayama. You let a black soul into your hideout. What will you do now? Kill me?"
Author: yume16
Disclaimer: If the boys were mine they would be married. Obviously, they are not *duhhhhh*
Beta: I won't bother my beta with this.
Pairing(s): none, Kitayama, Fujigaya
Rating: PG-15 not quite NC-17
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Angst, AU-ish, un-betaed, Killing (no blood^^)
Summary: Kitayama was raised to kill and protect.
Author Notes: This is...well, I am not all that sure. It just suddenly struck me and I create this verse. This might be one of my weirder ideas.
The black night caressed his skin and he breathed in deeply. Now was his time of the day.
Kitayama felt his long katana under his coat and it vibrated slightly at his side. He furrowed his brows. A black soul had to be close by.
It seemed tonight he was going to have some work. Lithe, he jumped to the next roof and silently sprinted forward. His sword vibrated more and more and his lips tugged into a satisfied smile. This one was going to lose its life tonight.
It was rare to meet one of his own since there were not many schooled in the old fighting with the sword and were good enough to become a samurai.
Therefore, he was slightly surprised to see the battle in front of him. It was silent with the least of sounds. The swords whirred through the air but barely clashed.
He tilted his head. Should he join in?
Whoever that dark clothed samurai was, he was doing a good job. It almost looked like he danced around the black soul. The movements smooth and elegant. This one had certainly years of practice.
He would watch and wait till the other samurai was done and then approach him. It was insulting another samurai's honour to step into a fight of another without a real reason. Maybe he hunted in this district as well and they could form a team. The more black souls were eliminated the better.
The black soul was terrible ugly. They always were and it was almost impossible to not recognise one. He was thankful that they almost only left their hidings at night. It was always tough to stay the idol-like Kitayama Hiromitsu when he saw a black soul in broad daylight.
This one was especially ugly. The human body it once was, was almost completely consumed. It was black like burned wood with countless cracks. Some limbs were already missing and it only had one hand left in which it was holding the black sword. Its eyes were completely white. Neither iris nor pupil that could have given the dead eyes some life. The mouth was a black abyss and such creatures still made Kitayama shiver.
He had grown up with their pictures, been raised to kill them since he had been four, but he supposed it was impossible to get used to such ugliness.
Kitayama frowned. Were his eyes playing tricks on him or were the movements of the other samurai getting slower? He stood up a little straighter and pulled his katana out of its scabbard.
Another samurai was too valuable to take the risk. Black souls which had been a samurai before their souls got consumed, were always extremely hard to kill. No, he would protect the other fighter.
With one swift movement, he jumped to the other roof. The black soul got distracted by his sudden presence and didn't seem to know anymore who to kill first. It was easy to ram his sword into the monster's back till it was buried to the hilt.
His sword vibrated stronger in his hands than before and then the black soul turned into dust. Million of particles that stood still in the air for mere seconds and then a gentle breeze diffused them.
Satisfied, Kitayama put his sword back in its scabbard as he saw the other samurai collapse.
"Please no." Once gotten in contact with the sword of a black soul, the still pure soul of the victim would got consumed by the dark magic till it was black as well and had turned into a black soul. He had to act fast if he didn't want to have to kill this samurai.
Kitayama hauled him up. There were sweat drops running down the other's forehead and seeped into the black cloth the samurai had over his mouth and nose. The eyes were closed and Kitayama felt fear rise. He must have missed the black soul slice him. Why didn't he step in earlier?
"I'll save you. Hold on." Kitayama wrapped his arms around the other tightly. His katana had started to vibrate again, telling him that another black soul was close. They had to leave.
In one swift movement, Kitayama jumped off the roof and landed a little rougher than usually on the ground because of the extra weight.
They moved fast. A normal human would never be able to see them. Maybe they could see a fast moving shadow over their heads they would pay no further mind to, but nothing more. They were too fast to catch sight of.
Panting, he landed in front of an old wooden door; the other samurai limp in his arms and breathing heavily. Hurriedly, he placed his hand on the door and focused his energy on it. Red flames licked at his palm and the door vanished. Stepping inside, Kitayama felt how the tension fell off him. Here they would be save. The door materialized again.
Moving further into the room, he placed the unconscious figure on the futon lying in one corner of the room.
He needed to find the wound before the black magic intertwined its dark threads with the white ones of the soul. Kitayama had never been particularly good at healing, but he had already saved one or two souls before. His master who had always preached fighting ability wasn't everything, would be dumbstruck if he knew.
Black souls always aimed for the chest, because there was the centre of the soul. Kitayama cursed at the buttons and just tore the black fabric open.
His breath halted. He had never seen something like this before. Over the left shoulder was speared a black net of black magic with its centre over the heart.
Now he wished he had paid more attention to healing classes. Kitayama shook his head, he knew what to do. He couldn't falter in such an important moment.
He placed his palms over the centre of the net and concentrated his energy. It stung. The black magic licked at his palms and only the red flames dancing around his hand prevented it from infecting him as well.
Panting, he sat back on his heels and he pulled his hands away. He had barely managed to withdraw any magic. The net was not significantly smaller.
Rubbing his palms together, Kitayama placed them on the net again. He wanted to throw one quick glance at the other before trying again, as is gaze got caught on something that made his blood run cold.
"No..." Fear gnawed at Kitayama's heart as he looked at the red apple pendant. There wasn't just one person with this necklace, was there?
He had to focus.
Kitayama reached for the energy in his body and focused it on his palms. The black magic stung even more. It felt like he was getting burned. When the pain was getting too much, he pulled away.
The net was smaller. Still big enough, but he had withdrawn some of the magic at least.
The wounded samurai moved and cat like eyes looked at him.
Kitayama knew. He had already looked into those eyes a thousand times. With shaking fingers, he reached out and pulled the black cloth down from the other's nose and mouth.
"You are a gullible fool, Kitayama. You let a black soul into your hideout. What will you do now? Kill me?"