Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 28, 2003 22:32:54 GMT -5
“Heya!” I shouted throwing a strong sidekick at Kusanagi, he blocked it. Kusanagi was a Japanese college student at the Hirsihoro Dojo, the place I now did my daily workouts. I was a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, I was happy where I was but he also taught a bit of Judo. I always wanted to learn a skill with the sword, but I could never find a place near where I grew up. Besides, my parents worried about me even handling a small dagger and my dad had swords in our old study room.
Anyways I threw a punch and as Kusanagi blocked it I spun a double roundhouse kick and knocked him down to the mat. He fell with a grunt, as his neatly black hair broke free from the scrunchy that held it and threatened to hide his handsome face. I was still in the clothes from this morning, it was also this morning that got me so pissed off and I grimaced as Kusanagi was taking the punch bag position. I stood at attention as he got up and we both bowed in respect to each other.
“Yo’ h’ve a lot of a’ger t’day, Clare-san,” he looked at me with his wise brown eyes.
“I have too much on my mind, Master Kusanagi.”<br>
“And y’t y’u’re cl’arly focused on y’ur fight’ng sk’lls,” he said, I sighed and nodded.
“It’s not something I wish to discuss, Master.” I stated, closing my eyes and nodding as he sighed.
“Y’u are d’sm’ssed,” he said reluctantly, I opened my eyes and moved to the meditation mat.
It was really a room, only light around the statue of Buddha; I sat in the dark room with my favorite sword. It was a long double edge falcon-beak tipped with a silver rose inscribed on the left side. The sheath was black leather, stitched onto both sides were runes which if read straight off with no grammar it said, ‘Protection torch gift, protection horse human. Water need ice journey.’ Which was a basic spell for a Wicca to give her tool of power a purpose, I always knew I was connected to fire and horses and soon a journey of change would come.
I don’t know how long I had been sitting there, letting my mind and body relax, watching the thoughts and visions pass through. I saw the face of Caine in my mind, but it didn’t feel like him. No, it was Davan’s presence in the room, but he had Caine on his mind. He was watching me, I felt the draft of the window he had come in by but he was a bit too far to reach with a sword. So I slowly stood up, sword still sheathed and in my gasp, I pretended to whisper a prayer. I was a born Catholic, but I respected other cultures and in the past I denounced the Almighty God, pain was too great to go on pretending there was more to life than yourself. I slid out the dagger hiding along my sword, I waited to hear any noise he might make, but he made no sound as the dead were well known for. I let the dagger pendent that always hung around my neck call on my dragon guardian and soon pin pointed where he was. O whirled around flicking the small blade towards him and I heard the clap of hands from the area.
“Bravo, you certainly do your master proud,” he stepped forward holding the dagger where it would have ended had he not the reflexes of his undead body; between his eyes.
“I would do him more proud if I had no dealings with you. Why are you here? This is a holy place, no evil can enter.”<br>
“Only if I have not sworn to protect you, Mon ami. And Caine seeks an audience with you tonight.”<br>
“What does he want?”<br>
Slowly the tall handsome vampire stepped towards me, I held my place with a stern look even though I knew my body desired him. He gave me a soft smile, my own lips threatened to do the same and I struggled to hold my firm glance. He stopped within reach, but within a hands length when he grasped me on my arms. He began to lean in, I knew he was going to kiss me, and once he was in inch away I punched him hard in the gut.
“You forget Davan, Caine also wants me and I know he’d kill you should he know that you kissed me.” He stood back up straight, stroking his jaw.
“Why should you care?”<br>
“You are my bodyguard, are you not? I rather like the idea a cute, undead moron has to try and win my trust in order to do his job.” I put my sword’s strap over my right shoulder and headed towards the door out of the room.
“He said to meet him at Everglade Park by the pond at 10pm. And all he wants to do is talk, to answer your question from earlier,” he said as I opened the door. I turned to talk back to him but then I saw he was gone, no sound, he moved silent as a grave, unfortunately he never stayed in them long. This life of mine gets stranger by the day.
Anyways I threw a punch and as Kusanagi blocked it I spun a double roundhouse kick and knocked him down to the mat. He fell with a grunt, as his neatly black hair broke free from the scrunchy that held it and threatened to hide his handsome face. I was still in the clothes from this morning, it was also this morning that got me so pissed off and I grimaced as Kusanagi was taking the punch bag position. I stood at attention as he got up and we both bowed in respect to each other.
“Yo’ h’ve a lot of a’ger t’day, Clare-san,” he looked at me with his wise brown eyes.
“I have too much on my mind, Master Kusanagi.”<br>
“And y’t y’u’re cl’arly focused on y’ur fight’ng sk’lls,” he said, I sighed and nodded.
“It’s not something I wish to discuss, Master.” I stated, closing my eyes and nodding as he sighed.
“Y’u are d’sm’ssed,” he said reluctantly, I opened my eyes and moved to the meditation mat.
It was really a room, only light around the statue of Buddha; I sat in the dark room with my favorite sword. It was a long double edge falcon-beak tipped with a silver rose inscribed on the left side. The sheath was black leather, stitched onto both sides were runes which if read straight off with no grammar it said, ‘Protection torch gift, protection horse human. Water need ice journey.’ Which was a basic spell for a Wicca to give her tool of power a purpose, I always knew I was connected to fire and horses and soon a journey of change would come.
I don’t know how long I had been sitting there, letting my mind and body relax, watching the thoughts and visions pass through. I saw the face of Caine in my mind, but it didn’t feel like him. No, it was Davan’s presence in the room, but he had Caine on his mind. He was watching me, I felt the draft of the window he had come in by but he was a bit too far to reach with a sword. So I slowly stood up, sword still sheathed and in my gasp, I pretended to whisper a prayer. I was a born Catholic, but I respected other cultures and in the past I denounced the Almighty God, pain was too great to go on pretending there was more to life than yourself. I slid out the dagger hiding along my sword, I waited to hear any noise he might make, but he made no sound as the dead were well known for. I let the dagger pendent that always hung around my neck call on my dragon guardian and soon pin pointed where he was. O whirled around flicking the small blade towards him and I heard the clap of hands from the area.
“Bravo, you certainly do your master proud,” he stepped forward holding the dagger where it would have ended had he not the reflexes of his undead body; between his eyes.
“I would do him more proud if I had no dealings with you. Why are you here? This is a holy place, no evil can enter.”<br>
“Only if I have not sworn to protect you, Mon ami. And Caine seeks an audience with you tonight.”<br>
“What does he want?”<br>
Slowly the tall handsome vampire stepped towards me, I held my place with a stern look even though I knew my body desired him. He gave me a soft smile, my own lips threatened to do the same and I struggled to hold my firm glance. He stopped within reach, but within a hands length when he grasped me on my arms. He began to lean in, I knew he was going to kiss me, and once he was in inch away I punched him hard in the gut.
“You forget Davan, Caine also wants me and I know he’d kill you should he know that you kissed me.” He stood back up straight, stroking his jaw.
“Why should you care?”<br>
“You are my bodyguard, are you not? I rather like the idea a cute, undead moron has to try and win my trust in order to do his job.” I put my sword’s strap over my right shoulder and headed towards the door out of the room.
“He said to meet him at Everglade Park by the pond at 10pm. And all he wants to do is talk, to answer your question from earlier,” he said as I opened the door. I turned to talk back to him but then I saw he was gone, no sound, he moved silent as a grave, unfortunately he never stayed in them long. This life of mine gets stranger by the day.