1 A Call from the Distance Past [Plot - Amaya - Mizuki] Sun Oct 14, 2018 5:06 pm
Daremo
S-rank
“Take who you wish, but, remember some of the merchandise much to be preserved for the customer.” Screams and cries of help followed the proclamation as the Okiya was assaulted by several men clad in armor. Busting through doors, startling the women and clients of the establish. Blood painted the walls and soaked into the floor as clients were cut down without mercy. Women of all ages were either thrown down, their clothing ripped, much to the twisted glee of the assailants, or dragged out of the house while knowing what was to come of those who were not. The young knew not of what the men were doing to the others, but the sounds coming from the destroyed establish told the older ones what exactly was occurring. Unfortunately, they could not shield the ears or eyes of the younger females, as they bore witness to the depths of human cruelty. The one who orchestrated the attack did not participate in the atrocity acts, instead, he watched from his vantage point.
What felt like hours to the women were only forty-five minutes or so. The men having satisfied their cravings, leaving behind forever broken shells, tied up and secured the rest of the merchandise. “Is the product secure?”, The captured women cowered at the approaching presence who looked at them as if they were not even human, but rather, slabs of meat on the market. The being did not make any aggressive actions towards the caged women, looking over them long enough to ensure none of the injuries were too life-threatening before moving on to the next cage. Stopping at a cage, noticing the trickle of blood seeping between the bars, the being frowned, “Who put this one in here?”, They asked, pointing to a blonde haired woman, who was being attended to by the other four women in the cage as they attempted to stem the blood flow fro a stab wound.
Seconds passed as none of the other men wanted to own up to blunder, until, finally, a black haired boy, who could be no older than seventeen admitted in placing the woman in there. “I made it perfectly clear that no damaged merchandise was to be put into the cages, did I not?”, The being asked, even as grey-ish sand started filtering from the small black gourd attached to their hip, and slipping into the lock of the cage. “Y. . .Yes Sir.” The boy spoke, holding back the flinch when the lock to the cage fell harmlessly to the ground, and the woman in question was carelessly thrown out. Her moans and groans going unanswered by the men of the troupe, while they would have laughed at her misfortune, they were waiting to see what would come of the boy.
Locking the cage back up, none of the other women dared to escape, lest they wanted to deal with the troupe’s leader. “Come on, we will be cutting through the mountain range in order to make our schedule.” At the mention of the mountain range, many of the bandits paused in their tracks and showed signs of hesitation. Lately, there have been rumors of a lightning Akuma roaming the mountain range. A supernatural being who spits lightning out of its gaping jaws, disintegrating anyone who dared cross its path. Many of them knew of fellow comrades who ventured through the area, only to never be found, they presumably being killed by this lightning devil. “Sir, are you ---” The black haired boy from earlier coughed up blood and gripped the iron spike that pierced through his chest and had him suspended several feet in the air. As the boy’s life drained from his eyes, he would, unfortunately, learn a valuable lesson incredibly late; keep a low profile if you already got in trouble. “Let's go.” The men, shocked at what had just occurred, moved, pulling the cages as they made their way towards the mountain path. To some, who believed in a higher power, they were praying that they did not run into the lightning devil. The religious act being ironic considering what they had just partaken in moments ago
“Nanashi-chan, it has been such a long time.” Daremo did not attempt to correct the elderly woman who, upon immediately seeing him into the Okiya, had enveloped him in a strong hug, the act being something he returned. He had long since stopped going by Nanashi, especially after the man’s apparent demise after murdering the noblewoman. There was simply no way he could return back to using the name that became synonymous with many things, both good and bad. While he did not like many people knowing that he and Nanashi was the same person, thus concluding that Nanashi was alive, there were exceptions to this rule. Only the close people were allowed to called him ‘Nanashi’, and that included his non-blood related grandmother before him. “Yes, it has been a long time, Chizuru.”, Daremo spoke, glancing at Amaya, reaching for and grasping her hand into his own, “I would like you to meet Kobayashi Amaya. My wife.”
Daremo silently watched as Chizuru eyed Amaya, her beady dark brown eyes appraising the woman. Her stony expression morphing into a kind one as she smiles, and embraced Amaya in a hug, “You actually managed to tame the brat? That is impressive.” She spoke, turning around, and shooing away the other girls and women who had, either known Daremo when he was younger or was told about him by the matriarch. “Come, let’s talk over a cup of tea. I am not as spry as I once used to be.” Chizuru said, walking away as the sound of her cane echoed throughout the establishment. Daremo, once more holding Amaya’s hand, guiding her through the establishment.
Taking a sip of the tea, Daremo looked at Chizuru, “Do not worry we wil - - -” Screams and cries for help echoed loudly throughout the building, and Daremo lept into action, bounding towards the direction of the noise. He knew that Amaya would not be far behind him. Arriving at the source of the noise, he noted several women, wrapped in blankets being led inside by members of the Okiya’s. “Nii-san!” Daremo turned his attention to a black-haired woman who was tugging him towards the covered girls, as tears were flowing down her cheeks, “You need to help them. They. . .They. . .”
Looking at the girls, Daremo noted the distance look within their eyes. A look that was all too familiar for him, he has seen it countless times before. “Amaya. . .” Daremo looked at Amaya, a swirl of emotions playing out within his eyes, as he moved to provide assistance. Amaya would know what Daremo needed. He wanting help with the healing of the girls. Kneeling beside a red-hair woman, he did not flinch when she struck out against him, scratching his arms, as she shrieked and attempted to get away from him. “I am not here to hurt you. I am here to help.” The words were spoken softly as he slowly moved closer to the girl. Medical chakra enveloping his hands, “I am going to heal your injuries, okay?” It took some time and coaxing from his sisters to get her to trust him, but, in the end, he was allowed to heal the more serious injuries. He could not heal some of the others due to their location, and because he was male. The same thing would be repeated over and over again.
As he moved towards a tan skin woman, Daremo’s eyes widening, “Mutsumi???” There being hesitation as he called out to the woman, hoping above everything that he was wrong. Daremo felt the pit of his stomach dropped as the woman turned towards him, “Uncle Nana?”. The distance between them was closed in an instant as he reached towards the girl, gently laying the girl back down, preventing her from straining the stab wound on her stomach. “How are you here?”, He asked, using medical chakra to heal up the wound, thankfully, the other geishas had cleaned it beforehand. Daremo listened carefully as Mitsumi spoke about the death of her mothers, one of them being his former teacher Maise. She going on to explain that she became apart of the Okiya sometime afterward and had been doing well, until they showed up.
“What happened?”, Daremo asked, slipping out of his Haori, and wrapping it around Mitsumi. As the only child of his former mentor began speaking on the events that had occurred a day ago, Daremo found himself having to clamp down on his anger. The beast within him was slamming at the bars of the cage, and screaming out for the blood of those who dared to defile not only Mitsumi but the others. Those animals dared to touch Mitsumi and the other geisha. They dared to break them like this! “Uncle Nana.” Daremo snapped out of his musing, grasping the Mitsumi’s hands into his, yellow eyes raging with barely constraint anger looked into dim sky blue ones. Never should eyes of someone so young should be so lifeless. “Uncle Nana. Will, you do me. . no. . will you do us a favor?” Daremo nodded without hesitation, “Anything. . .”
Although there was noise around them, as many of the girls and women were being comforted, Mitsumi’s voice still was heard, “Will you kill those animals?”. Wordlessly, Daremo looked around at the other victims, all who had turned to him, and burned the image of their broken eyes into his memory. Standing up, Daremo leaned down, kissing Mitsumi on the forehead, and wiping away her tears, “Of course, I will.” He spoke with conviction. Tightening the haori around Mitsumi’s form, “Hold onto that for me, will you? I will be getting it when I come back.” ruffling Mitsumi’s hair, Daremo turned to Amaya. Similar to him, she was pissed, her long-lost sister has been one of the victims. These animals really know how to piss people off.
“Amaya. You ready?”, Even if she was not, Daremo would make his way towards the front door, stepping outside, and waited for his wife. “They were headed towards the Valley of Mountains. The place is not too far from here. To avoid detection, they would probably go around the town located nearby the mountains. So, we should be able to catch up with them.” He spoke, sped away from the okiya. Only after a good distance away, "Time to hunt. . ."
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What felt like hours to the women were only forty-five minutes or so. The men having satisfied their cravings, leaving behind forever broken shells, tied up and secured the rest of the merchandise. “Is the product secure?”, The captured women cowered at the approaching presence who looked at them as if they were not even human, but rather, slabs of meat on the market. The being did not make any aggressive actions towards the caged women, looking over them long enough to ensure none of the injuries were too life-threatening before moving on to the next cage. Stopping at a cage, noticing the trickle of blood seeping between the bars, the being frowned, “Who put this one in here?”, They asked, pointing to a blonde haired woman, who was being attended to by the other four women in the cage as they attempted to stem the blood flow fro a stab wound.
Seconds passed as none of the other men wanted to own up to blunder, until, finally, a black haired boy, who could be no older than seventeen admitted in placing the woman in there. “I made it perfectly clear that no damaged merchandise was to be put into the cages, did I not?”, The being asked, even as grey-ish sand started filtering from the small black gourd attached to their hip, and slipping into the lock of the cage. “Y. . .Yes Sir.” The boy spoke, holding back the flinch when the lock to the cage fell harmlessly to the ground, and the woman in question was carelessly thrown out. Her moans and groans going unanswered by the men of the troupe, while they would have laughed at her misfortune, they were waiting to see what would come of the boy.
Locking the cage back up, none of the other women dared to escape, lest they wanted to deal with the troupe’s leader. “Come on, we will be cutting through the mountain range in order to make our schedule.” At the mention of the mountain range, many of the bandits paused in their tracks and showed signs of hesitation. Lately, there have been rumors of a lightning Akuma roaming the mountain range. A supernatural being who spits lightning out of its gaping jaws, disintegrating anyone who dared cross its path. Many of them knew of fellow comrades who ventured through the area, only to never be found, they presumably being killed by this lightning devil. “Sir, are you ---” The black haired boy from earlier coughed up blood and gripped the iron spike that pierced through his chest and had him suspended several feet in the air. As the boy’s life drained from his eyes, he would, unfortunately, learn a valuable lesson incredibly late; keep a low profile if you already got in trouble. “Let's go.” The men, shocked at what had just occurred, moved, pulling the cages as they made their way towards the mountain path. To some, who believed in a higher power, they were praying that they did not run into the lightning devil. The religious act being ironic considering what they had just partaken in moments ago
xXxOne Day LaterXxX.
“Nanashi-chan, it has been such a long time.” Daremo did not attempt to correct the elderly woman who, upon immediately seeing him into the Okiya, had enveloped him in a strong hug, the act being something he returned. He had long since stopped going by Nanashi, especially after the man’s apparent demise after murdering the noblewoman. There was simply no way he could return back to using the name that became synonymous with many things, both good and bad. While he did not like many people knowing that he and Nanashi was the same person, thus concluding that Nanashi was alive, there were exceptions to this rule. Only the close people were allowed to called him ‘Nanashi’, and that included his non-blood related grandmother before him. “Yes, it has been a long time, Chizuru.”, Daremo spoke, glancing at Amaya, reaching for and grasping her hand into his own, “I would like you to meet Kobayashi Amaya. My wife.”
Daremo silently watched as Chizuru eyed Amaya, her beady dark brown eyes appraising the woman. Her stony expression morphing into a kind one as she smiles, and embraced Amaya in a hug, “You actually managed to tame the brat? That is impressive.” She spoke, turning around, and shooing away the other girls and women who had, either known Daremo when he was younger or was told about him by the matriarch. “Come, let’s talk over a cup of tea. I am not as spry as I once used to be.” Chizuru said, walking away as the sound of her cane echoed throughout the establishment. Daremo, once more holding Amaya’s hand, guiding her through the establishment.
Taking a sip of the tea, Daremo looked at Chizuru, “Do not worry we wil - - -” Screams and cries for help echoed loudly throughout the building, and Daremo lept into action, bounding towards the direction of the noise. He knew that Amaya would not be far behind him. Arriving at the source of the noise, he noted several women, wrapped in blankets being led inside by members of the Okiya’s. “Nii-san!” Daremo turned his attention to a black-haired woman who was tugging him towards the covered girls, as tears were flowing down her cheeks, “You need to help them. They. . .They. . .”
Looking at the girls, Daremo noted the distance look within their eyes. A look that was all too familiar for him, he has seen it countless times before. “Amaya. . .” Daremo looked at Amaya, a swirl of emotions playing out within his eyes, as he moved to provide assistance. Amaya would know what Daremo needed. He wanting help with the healing of the girls. Kneeling beside a red-hair woman, he did not flinch when she struck out against him, scratching his arms, as she shrieked and attempted to get away from him. “I am not here to hurt you. I am here to help.” The words were spoken softly as he slowly moved closer to the girl. Medical chakra enveloping his hands, “I am going to heal your injuries, okay?” It took some time and coaxing from his sisters to get her to trust him, but, in the end, he was allowed to heal the more serious injuries. He could not heal some of the others due to their location, and because he was male. The same thing would be repeated over and over again.
As he moved towards a tan skin woman, Daremo’s eyes widening, “Mutsumi???” There being hesitation as he called out to the woman, hoping above everything that he was wrong. Daremo felt the pit of his stomach dropped as the woman turned towards him, “Uncle Nana?”. The distance between them was closed in an instant as he reached towards the girl, gently laying the girl back down, preventing her from straining the stab wound on her stomach. “How are you here?”, He asked, using medical chakra to heal up the wound, thankfully, the other geishas had cleaned it beforehand. Daremo listened carefully as Mitsumi spoke about the death of her mothers, one of them being his former teacher Maise. She going on to explain that she became apart of the Okiya sometime afterward and had been doing well, until they showed up.
“What happened?”, Daremo asked, slipping out of his Haori, and wrapping it around Mitsumi. As the only child of his former mentor began speaking on the events that had occurred a day ago, Daremo found himself having to clamp down on his anger. The beast within him was slamming at the bars of the cage, and screaming out for the blood of those who dared to defile not only Mitsumi but the others. Those animals dared to touch Mitsumi and the other geisha. They dared to break them like this! “Uncle Nana.” Daremo snapped out of his musing, grasping the Mitsumi’s hands into his, yellow eyes raging with barely constraint anger looked into dim sky blue ones. Never should eyes of someone so young should be so lifeless. “Uncle Nana. Will, you do me. . no. . will you do us a favor?” Daremo nodded without hesitation, “Anything. . .”
Although there was noise around them, as many of the girls and women were being comforted, Mitsumi’s voice still was heard, “Will you kill those animals?”. Wordlessly, Daremo looked around at the other victims, all who had turned to him, and burned the image of their broken eyes into his memory. Standing up, Daremo leaned down, kissing Mitsumi on the forehead, and wiping away her tears, “Of course, I will.” He spoke with conviction. Tightening the haori around Mitsumi’s form, “Hold onto that for me, will you? I will be getting it when I come back.” ruffling Mitsumi’s hair, Daremo turned to Amaya. Similar to him, she was pissed, her long-lost sister has been one of the victims. These animals really know how to piss people off.
“Amaya. You ready?”, Even if she was not, Daremo would make his way towards the front door, stepping outside, and waited for his wife. “They were headed towards the Valley of Mountains. The place is not too far from here. To avoid detection, they would probably go around the town located nearby the mountains. So, we should be able to catch up with them.” He spoke, sped away from the okiya. Only after a good distance away, "Time to hunt. . ."
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