A/N: Ch 14, hope u lik! Don't forget ta comment!! lol *pop* if u really lik!!!^-^

Last Time: His dark crimson rimmed eyes snapped to meet with deep chocolaty ones, tears spilling openly. He nearly gasped at the site that greeted him, Ame. The only coherent thought that processed in his foggy head. His vision faded, as he struggled to speak to gather himself. To once more gather a arrogant smirk and stride on in his cocky way.

“Ri-Ri…Riyo…” Ame whimpered.



Blood of a Killer

CH 14

By:Fluffyfangirl89/Fluffy



Ame?

 The first thought that didn’t even fully register in his mind, just a sudden thought. Natural, as if someone had just fed the thought to him rather he was willing to have it or not.

Quiet, that was the second thing that came to mind. Pure silence, no sound, nothing. An unnatural quiet surrounded him, no whispers, no creak of wood or walls, no whispers of breathing or sliding fabric. Nothing.

Next came, pain, blinding pain, pulsing through his body uncontrollably. Stinging, burning, crippling, pain, poured through out his body endlessly. Pushing it’s dark cloak over his being, and nearly pushing him into unconsciousness, again.

He pushed his mind to replay events that had led to this, but nothing came.

Annoyed at the heat, or was it cold? His body felt numb yet tints of pain, the same blinding pain he’d felt moment before, slowly began vanishing. He felt hot, sticky sweat coated his face, yet he felt cold and numb as if cold fingers were trailing down his spine tickling him to no end.

His annoyance grew, the heat, the cold, the now completely numbed pain, the silence, the lack of important memories, questions, and most of all the absence of his b****!

Slowly he found the strength to pry his eyes open, sleep clogging his eyes and dark lashes made them feel heavier then he remembered them being. Fog clouded his vision, all that met the faded black crimson eyes was brown black blurs. He blinked his heavy sleep coated eyes, attempting to clear the thick fog.

The hot air burned his eyes, threatening permanent darkness. Closing his eyes lightly, as if in defeat for a moment, he slid them open once more mere seconds later. His vision remained blurred and unfocused. He hissed at the sudden sting to his crimson rimmed eyes, but bit back the pain, blinking once or twice.

His vision cleared, slightly.

His dark eyes stared blankly at something above him, blinking rapidly. He lay on his back, there was some sort of wood roof over his head. That much he could tell. Something soft but firm supported him from below, while soft heat surrounded his chilled body.

He felt tired, sore, but it wasn’t painful. The pain had left completely, leaving him slightly numb and strangely limp. He didn’t like the feeling, he almost missed the pain.

Pain was something, something, but this numbed nothingness was torture, pure torture. He groaned, finally finding the strength to take his eyes from the wooden ceiling and scan his surroundings more carefully.

“Hai, that’s-well…yeah..ariga-eh? Oh…arigato!”(thanks/thank you) came a familiar muffled female voice.

Then came soft little footsteps nearing the door, a rattle of the wood told him the owner of the voice would enter the room soon. The footsteps paused, then retreated from the door, “I-iie..” came the soft hesitant voice.

A short tiny giggle escaped, barely audible through the wooden door.

“Hai!” she called to whomever she spoke to before soft footsteps neared the door once more.

He thought a second, he knew who would enter the room in mere seconds. But what they would discover was yet to be decided. He smirked, time to see what his wench was up to.

The wood door leading into the darkened room slid open only a single heart beat after these thoughts circled through the ebony haired male’s head.

The dark chocolate haired girl walked in quickly, the darkness of the room making her hair seem all the darker. The dark chocolate locks had been pulled back with a lighter purple ribbon, tied neatly into a pretty bow. She wore a long dark blue kimono, bathed in rich designs delicately woven by a mildly famous seamstress. Her features were shadowed in the dark room.

The only light source found was the small oil candle she had burning on the tray she held, along with many other small dishes, possibly food. Without hesitation she quickly set the tray aside and lit more candles in the room, blinking at the sudden change in lighting. She smiled softly at the small accomplishment.

 “Riyo..” she spoke the name in low fragile whispers, as if she feared her voice or perhaps the name would crumble if spoken too loud. As if she didn’t want anyone to hear the softly uttered name, or if she spoke to loud the owner of the name or anyone listening, would shatter. Forever lost.

Slowly her sad, broken, and faded eyes trailed to the owner of the whispered name. “Riyo..” her soft voice cracked with built up emotion as she stepped closer to her resting companion. Forcing calm into her movements, she knelt beside the chaotic folds of cloth forming the disheveled futon where her ebony haired friend slept.

She blinked in surprise and confusion for a second, friend? Wondering, was Riyo her ‘friend’, she knew they were traveling companions but she wasn’t too sure she could call what they had a friendship. She gave a soft sigh.

“Riyo..” she muttered unconsciously before setting one of the small candles closer to the sleeping form. Light golds and yellows danced across the sleeping form, finally illuminating the shadows of his face and what little body was visible under the thick blankets.

She smiled at the relaxed expression on his features, then sighed at realizing the food she had brought wouldn’t be eaten, again. She turned, about to stand, but paused and looked back at the sleeping form. She blinked several times, he almost looked cute. Almost..

Riyo was cute?!

She held back a giggle at the thought, “Cute…” Her soft voice whispered, as her hand moved on it’s own. Lifting to hover over her ‘friend’s’ face, it paused, then slow and gently it stroked the dark ebony hair. Clearing his forehead and uncovering more of the dark peaceful features.

Freezing suddenly as realization hits her, what was she doing? Softly stroking the soft ebony locks of the man who owed her his life, caressing and combing through his hair, lovingly?

She nearly choked, ‘lovingly’? What was wrong with her, was this not Riyo? RIYO? She shivered, she really needed to learn to think before doing something.

While Ame struggled with her thoughts and feeling for that matter. Riyo listened carefully, from the second she slid open the wooden door, whispered his name repeatedly, he had had to fight back a shiver, to this very second where she gently caressed his face. Stroking his hair softly, he had to fight the urge not to press his face closer to soft warm hand.

A warm gentle finger traced down his forehead to his cheek, slowly slipping across his jaw before finally landing on it’s destination. It brushed gently at his lips, feathery touches. He nearly moaned at the strange sensation, his head rolled back slightly, without his permission.

Damn disobedient body!

He heard a soft sigh fallowed closely by strangled breathing. Next a light pressure on his arm or side, very light, hardly noticeable. Then came the very same breathing he’d heard earlier, but now felt, soft warm moist breath caressed his cheek and jaw.

He nearly hissed in surprise, “R-Riyo..” the voice whispered.

Then the soft warm breath left him. A much heavier pressure pushed in on his chest, a sudden weight added to his body. No coherent thoughts. Just his wench.

What was she doing?

What was she doing, to him?

He fought a growl at the suggestion that he wasn’t fully in control anymore, or was he ever? He didn’t even attempt to think about it.

Soft sobs wracked his body, as the being above him shook and gasped for air between painful sobs. Loud whimpers echoed through the room.

 Ame was crying again.


To Be continued…