Uragiri

A/N: Hey all, here’s another chapter. I’ve been getting a lot of reviews with questions, and I know I’ve been overly mysterious. What can I say? I used to right nothing but cliffhangers, it was a weird dark, emo writer stage thing and yea so…I’m really trying to break that habit.

And to Itrasheditgood,



So what the heck is a void?



Well the best way to describe it is that a void is the spiritual power a person has and uses in defense and offense. A void varies depending on how strong a person’s spiritual energy is and can be used for things from everyday tasks like moving a couch to blowing your opponents arm off. Voids can also be condensed and molded into shapes or forces, i.e. Shin breaking the train window. Though most beings use a void, most clans train their people in hand to hand combat in case their void is not strong enough to be used in a battle.



And thanks to MustLove_PrettyBoys,



My calculations were all wrong. Being 6’3’’ he weighs about 200lbs closer to 185lbs because he is leaner with not as much muscle mass as compared to his sexual appeal of being fit. Thanks for letting me know my slip up.



Now on to the story.







Chapter 5



I closed my eyes as a shrill scream pierced the air. Opening an eye I almost slipped from the branch I was laying against. A furious Tsukiko looked up at me, her face mixed with bewilderment in an odd expression. Finally she locked her hand on the back the forms shirt, yanking the small boy from his place on her breasts. The boy had completely dodged her attack and had instead used both hands to grab her and stop himself from falling as his legs hugged her around her waist.



“Traitor, you will tell me what is going on.” She said, her eyebrow twitching.



“His name is Dadakko.” I said

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I jumped down to the forest floor, my hand resting on his head ruffling his hair. He smiled up at me, his childish grin making a small smile touch my lips. His head came up to about my hip now, his body finally filling out, the fragile body of bones he had been once completely gone. His hair had even grown, touching the back of his neck in soft curls of chocolate brown, and his green eyes sparkled with specks of blue and yellow. He had no claws or markings and wore a long cloak that brushed against his booted feet. Tsukiko leaned in slightly to inhale his scent recoiling at what wafted into her nose.



“What is this scent? You have sided with humans?” She’d taken a few steps back.



“Why did this old hag call you a traitor Shin? Did she forget your name because she’s old?”



Tsukiko choked on her response her face turning red with anger. I patted Dadakko’s head telling him that it was a nickname. Her eyes flashed with shame for a moment before she looked at me. Seeing that I had no problem with what she had obviously gotten used to calling me she turned her attention to the boy. Her fangs bared, she stalked up to the boy.



“What sense of time would you have to call anyone old human?” She spat.



“I’m not human. It’s okay, I know age can—“ He started.



She swiped at him with her claws and he ducked giggling as she continued to chase him. I sighed at them, moving to sit against a tree until they tired each other out. Dadakko jumped into the trees, laughing as he hid from Tsukiko.



“What IS that boy?” She panted as searched the trees for him.



“His father was a shaman—“



“Foolish humans that have found powers in word and incantations, disgusting breed.”



“—and his mother was a Renitukin.” I finished.



“Foul creatures existing to—wait, what? Renitukin eat humans.”



“His father raped her. Trapped her in a spell and forced her to carry his child.”



“Why?” She asked.



“I asked Dadakko. He said he never found out because his mother ate his father as soon as he was born then left him crying in a shack to die.” I said.



She looked at me, her eyes unreadable. She looked into the trees and a moment later Dadakko dropped down beside me. He was still smiling even though he had obviously heard our conversation. She mumbled curses under her breath. Something that sounded strangely like ‘how the hell was I supposed to know’ before she sat on the floor in front of us.



“What are you doing here anyway Dadakko?” I asked.



He plopped in my lap, hands folded and the smile disappearing.



“I sensed Yasu. Is he nearby?” He said.



I could feel Tsukiko burning holes in my face, waiting for an answer.



“No.”



Dadakko beamed, jumping up and grabbing my hand. He began to pull me into the forest chattering on and on about a nearby onsen he had recently visited. I looked back at Tsukiko as she followed along. Raising an eyebrow at her, I silently asked why she had not immediately asked me about Yasuhiro.



“Your every word brings a crippling pain to my heart. I wish to hear no more. For now.”



I shrugged at her words continuing to follow Dadakko.



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We arrived at the hot springs as the sun had finally set, a light darkness descending upon us. The onsen, as Dadakko had promised, was beautiful. There were hundreds of mini springs everywhere, steam rising from them all with a soft musky scent of earth. Flowers of all colors bloomed beside each spring, some shaded by larger petals that outstretched to create a seat just above the spring. The steam acted as a soothing method to calm sore muscles, weary from travel and the musky scent came from the small medicinal pouches in some of the springs.

We walked toward the low lying cottage off to the side of the springs. The cottage looked small from the outside, but once inside we were presented with a grand building of handcrafted vaulted ceiling and ivory curtains. The entire place was a dream of beige and brown coloring, soft enough to give off a welcoming feeling. Dadakko walked up to the woman standing at a counter not far from the entrance. He waved us over and another woman dressed in the same all white shirt and skirt showed us to our room.



Like the cottage the room was simple yet opulent. The bed sheets were made of the finest silk, and there were two rooms, each with a bed. We undressed and walked to the private spring connected to our room. I sighed in heaven as my body dipped down in the soothing water. It had been decades since I had had any such luxury. Having been on the run for so long I had at times forgotten my life as a prince. I was refused nothing in my father’s palace. Living in apartments in the city where hoards of people crowded together had been a difficult thing to bear coming from living in the wide open country. I had gotten used to it as fast as I could, moving from city to city to find the perfect one that would allow me to rest without the fear of a car alarm or loud neighbors.



I peaked over at Tsukiko as she stepped into the water, wrapped in a towel. I sighed at her attempt at modesty and waved my hand in her direction. She smiled, ripping the towel from her body and sighing at the feel of the steam against her naked flesh. She stepped into the water, reaching for the towel as she heard the footsteps of Dadakko approaching. I laughed at her new found modesty and she glared at me. Her people were sexual creatures, that was undeniable, but they also had a strong sense of what and what not children should be exposed to. Though comfortable in her skin enough to walk around naked in front of strangers, she would never let a child see her in that way nor would she allow any who harmed a child in her presence. It was a natural function of the gift that the Monjack breed had been granted. It mattered not that she herself had aborted a child, her soul would never be cleansed, but her instincts to protect remained unchanged.



I considered asking Dadakko where he had gotten the money to afford our stay here when a gasp from Tsukiko startled me. I sighed in relief when I saw Dadakko standing at the doorway leading to the hot spring. He had removed his cloak and placed a towel around his hips. Tsukiko continued to look on amazed at his body. He was covered in tattoos, and according to legend, after he had been disowned by his parents the Gods had dipped his body in ink, coloring his skin black to symbolize their distaste for his existence. In reality Dadakko had been taken in by a shaman, who having heard his cries, took him in and trained him in the ways of the shaman’s. The boy had gotten his tattoos individually as he had gained more and more power through his training.



As it were Dadakko had gained more tattoos in his short life than even the greatest of shaman that had cast a never ending life spell on themselves to gain more power. The intricate spirals and letters of the shaman and Renitukin peoples adorned his body from neck to ankle. Tsukiko looked to me for an explanation but I closed my eyes as Dadakko made his way into the spring.



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Back at the train…



Yasuhiro cursed as his beloved ran away from him grabbing a screaming Monjack and leaping through the window. He felt it unwise to take chase and simply walked past the gawking humans on the train. They were among the most irritating of the races among this planet and he cursed as he prodded the conductor for the next stop location.



Nosoku’s Isle.



So Shin was going there. He thought a moment before casually striding up to the broken window. He easily stepped onto the ledge pressing his void into his back to create the image of large webbed claws sprouting from his shoulders. They acted as wings as he let the wind carry him up and away. His phone rang and he reached into his jacket pocket.



“Anon.” He greeted.



“Did you find him?”



“Yes.”



There was an audible click and Yasuhiro placed the phone back into his pocket. He flew faster as he took note of the half moon. Soon. Soon Shin would come to him. His blood would call and Shin would have no choice but to come to him.

Or die.









Done! Whew this took so long, life and this holiday week is catching up to me. Any who have a great December!!

Thanks for reading, shouts out to all my readers and reviewers. ^_^