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PostSubject: .The door opens...Here come the drums.. [Soul Line Quest Part 1]   Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:31 pm

Darkness. So I'm back here once again. I go to sleep and this is what greets me. A maddening nothingness. I can't even remember the last time I've dreamt normally. Has to be years now. Ever since my shouchou came to life in me, my dreams of flower filled fields or the sparkling blue ocean have faded away till it became this. Nothingness. I hug my naked form. I'm always bereft of clothing also. But then this is nothingness. Why should I possess something that could deter from that? I sit down, looking around, finally hugging my knees to my chest. The sable haired man does not appear, for I have yet to hear his footsteps. I'm glad for it, I hug my knees tighter. He scared me. I don't know how I should handle him. He called me a child of chaos. He called me his dark butterfly. I bury my face against my thighs, curling into a ball as tight as I can. I remember his laughter. His cruel smile. What is he truely? Is he the devil within my own mind? I feel like my sanity is slowly slipping between my fingers like grains of sand. It’s as if an hourglass has been over turned and I have only a set time before I am buried and suffocating on those sands of lost time.



I don't understand any of it. What does Jigoku even have to do with this. Shihimo mentioned that Jigoku brigded the path and opened it so I could head in a new direction. But then I have to decide whether or not the path is too dangerous to me. Could I lose myself in my quest to be a better fighter? Even though my goal in the end is to protect the innocent who cannot see the demons lurking like I can.. Is that so wrong? Is that a sin? How can wanting to help the innocent be wrong?



I sigh and lift my face, staring into the nothingness once again. I'm thinking in my own dreams. Lovely. Even in my sleep I can't escape the questions that swarm me constantly. How bothersome. Perhaps I should talk to Yume. Ask her if I should try sleeping pills or something similar to make it a dreamless sleep and help me escape this blackness and my own thoughts on the nothingness. I wonder if this is how people slowly slip into insanity. I smile and laugh bitterly. How lovely to think these things. Maybe I have always just been a bit touched in the head by insanity. Have to be a little crazy to grow up in the Kyro household I suppose.



Click. Clack. I tense. Footsteps once again. But these are different somehow. I blink. They almost sound like a pair of geta. I look around me, trying to see who it is. Nothing. I frown and face forward again, only to yelp and tumble back. I blink up at the man. He is frowning at me and then I recognize him.



"Jigoku?" I say and he munches on the metal senbon in his mouth and nods.



"Get your ass off the floor, baka," he says in a bored voice. I flush and scramble back up to my feet. I flip him off, causing a smirk to flit over his lips.



"Fuck off, teme," I return with a huff and cross my arms over my bare breasts. He looks me up and down and shakes his head. He then slides off his black haori and then puts it on me like someone dressing a child. He seems to summon a rope out of the air and uses it to cinch the haori closed around my body. I look at him in surprise. I shuffle my feet, feeling like a child suddenly. "Arigato.." I say softly and he chuckles and holds out his hand to me.



"You are my Mistress. It’s not right for me to view your naked body, even though I have to say that human was a lucky man along with Kyrojin. Too bad he fucked up cause now I see the blonde kami and that insane oni leaping at the chance to have you as a potential mate," he says, my hand sliding into his larger one. He tugs a bit. "Come. I have something to show you. You have the potential for something not many humans would attempt for fear of losing their soul. But you have Rei-san and myself to ground you, even that idiot Kyrojin," he says as I follow him and I gasp as ‘that’ door seems to just appear out of the darkness. I pause though and examine it for the first time at a closer glance. It looks old, the chains I have put on it no longer in place. On the wood a demon in its final form is carved in gruesome detail and that fear is returning. I look at Jigoku and he smirks.

Rat tat tat tat. Rat tat tat tat. And the drumming softly begins on the other side of the door. And I fear for myself. What is this?



"Shiori. I would never bring harm to you. If I did I would lose my own soul since I am apart of you," he reassures me. Sure.. Let me believe the oddly dressed reject samurai. He chuckles and places his hand over his heart. "I'm hurt. I happen to have been wearing this for centuries now.. Samurais mimicked me," he says and I then realize he can read my thoughts. He nods slightly to confirm this. "I don't mean to. But your projecting a bit too loudly, Shiori," he adds and I blush lightly, allowing him to tug me toward the door more. He brings me in front of him, before the door. I hesitate and peer over my shoulder at him. He smiles gently, something I didn't expect him to be able to do. But I don’t like being so close to the door I have been sealing for so long now. I still hear the drumming and I want to scream at myself too wake up.



"Beyond this door is a heritage your mother died too soon to be able to tell you," he says softly and my eyes widen at the mention of my mother. I haven't thought of her in some time now. Along with another someone who I tend to banish from my thoughts in order to ease the pains of childhood. Growing up in the Kyro household had been a trial for my childhood innocence, which in all honesty.. I lost all innocent viewings on the world when Okaa-san died. My mother had been trying to shield me from my grandmother's and my father's cruelness. They wanted nothing more than a strong heiress to take over the name of Kyro and perhaps bring a new and 'glorious’ age to the Kyro family. As I grew older I shirked it. I didn't want it. So many suffered because of me. And I wanted to break away from that.



Mother. And.. Shioriko. The name of that one person has my hand pausing over the handle of the door. I stare at the snarling image of the Oni on the door as I recall the one time I had felt the love of a family. Mother sneaking me away on my fourth birthday. And that's when I met her. Shioriko. Like another me, only she had a much kinder look in her eyes, like Mama. Grandmother was already twisting my views on the world, even so young. I wanted to keep her. But mother had explained why Shioriko was where she was. It was all because of me. Me because I was the first born. I was the stronger while she was sickly. My sister. My younger twin.



My hand trembles, tears gathering in my eyes. I haven't thought of Riko-chan in sometime. Not like this anyway. I tend to have flitting thoughts of her around our birthday, but that's all. Even though I can go see her at her job. I just.. Don’t. It’s not a habit in my life. And thus we sometimes pass one another, like strangers instead of twin sisters. I take a deep breath, calming myself and I grasp the handle. I want to know more. I want to know what Mother never got to tell me of. I want to know why I keep sealing this door away. I want to know the voice and need to also know if it’s really there or if it has simple been calling me to open the door.



The handle presses downward from the force of my hand. Click. I feel it begin to open and I pull on the door, Jigoku silent this entire time. Light spills from the door and I find myself blinded slightly, letting go of the handle. I am forced to stumble back as the door whips open, a strong galling wind whipping at my barely clad form. I then feel Jigoku wrap his arms around me, offering his protection from the wind.

“Time to learn, Shiori,” he whispers in my ear and then with a shove I find myself being captured.

“Jiku!” I scream, thrashing in the air as I’m lifted. But as I see him he is lowering his head and fading away. I feel myself being pulled through the door. “JIGOKU!” I wail in panic and then I feel the wind rushing. Then.. Nothingness…

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PostSubject: Re: .The door opens...Here come the drums.. [Soul Line Quest Part 1]   Sat Oct 16, 2010 1:52 pm

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