A/N: It's update time! >___<lll I'm so late, I'm sorry... I don't have any good excuse to make but to say that I was busy with drawing something, I was also having a hard time in writing this...well basically, I'm always having a hard time writing too much descriptions, but I do them don't I? And it becomes very verbose, its so unnecessary isn't it...?
I really need to learn to cut down on my descriptions...
Anyways, first of all, I'd like to clear up a few things...
First of all, Chinmoku won't be ending in this part, so yes, the ending is still a few parts away I think...too bad for you guys huh? You'd still be suffering from my crappyness.
Also, the poll was placed up in an earlier date so that I could gauge what you guys want, rather than just simply placing it up after Chinmoku. I'd rather want to see you're votes and picks, and I won't be closing the poll yet so you can still vote, I'll close it after Chinmoku finishes.
And I did say at my other post that I'm using the poll to help me decide right? But I can't say that I'll really really follow the poll, it depends on my imagination, plot bunnies and my eagerness to write, but I'll still write all of them and update, just the who'd go first would be the question....
Anyways, gonna reply first to anzai-san and Pandah-san before we go to the update... The other replies for Chinmoku Part VII can be found here:
~linky~Replies:@anzai-san - Oddball-san is the best, his/her? Umm, I'll go with his for now, anyways, his comments are really entertaining to read, and his deductions are pretty good, I'm often surprised when I read them.
I'm sorry to say though anzai-san, I'm already dead aren't I? I'm a spirit, killed and is still being killed by teasers like you and LeNosferatu-san.
Though I'm quite crazy myself you know, just that......it isn't obvious.
Well, I don't want to make Geki suffer more, but I just felt that something was lacking in Part VII, I just can't put a finger on it.
Lol, of course, my bad, let me correct myself. Sadistic minds troll and think alike.
The final part still has a long way to go dude...
I will update my other stories too, don't worry.
Congrats on being a page topper~
@Pandah - Ahh, stop panicking....
Don't worry Pandah-san, your moustache will be back...after a few months or years that is.
Would you like me to draw you a moustache instead?
Ehhh.......do you want something bloody? I can do it if you want.....but it would be pure mayhem.
Thanks for voting!
Okay, so now that I've replied to this two awesome readers, lets go with the update.
Please be warned that if you are not well with bloody scenes or violence, you can take this chance to leave, or please click this link over here: AKB Fanfic Thread it will redirect you back to the AKB Fanfic thread.
Anyways, thanks to everyone who voted, commented and are still reading. I wonder if all 30+ who voted are my readers, I'm having a serious case of doubt here because its impossible, but mah...oh well.
Here's the update, hope you enjoy reading~
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Chinmoku
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Part VIII
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Time was flying by faster and crueler just as the night grew colder and darker, silence grew immensely as the only sounds that surfaced were rushed footsteps and heavy rhythmic breathing. The elements in the darkness were soon to awaken, rearing their ugly heads as they wait for their preys and being once one of them, Black knew what dangers lies in the darkness.
Black scoffed, knitting her brows together in deep concentration as she dodged the metal post, her feet making big long heavy steps as she raced against time, knowing that her time was limited.
Just where was she?
Where exactly did Gekikara go?
The question rang like an angry bee inside Black’s head as she continued to run, looking around on both sides as she tried to spot the younger girl’s small figure in the shadows that covered the streets and alleys in hopes that she would catch sight of the young queen.
Black used her piercing dark obsidian orbs to sharply look through the darkness, as if she had an eye of a cat, enabling her to see through even the darkest alleys or rooms. However, even as her trained eyes kept looking and searching, to her own agitation and fear, not even a single presence or human figure appear at the corner of her eyes.
Just how late was it already?
Was it already nearing midnight?
Black did not know. She did not have any sense of time at the current moment, nor did she had the chance to check her cellphone, having already lost her ability to think or come up with any coherent thoughts as her only focus was solely in reaching Gekikara. Black did not care whether she was making a fool of herself or of whatever her state was in the past, Black did not care of the consequences that were bound to haunt her.
Society and sexuality be damned for all she cared. Black did not care of other peoples’ impression, she did not care about their disapproving stares or their hisses or any withering mockery coming from them, they don’t matter. If it had been her past self, she would have considered it.
However, this is different.
Today is not yesterday, today is now; if she were to let this bother her, nothing will happen. She would just end up getting stuck again, just like a mouse trapped in a maze, forever to roam around, searching for an exit.
Black doesn’t want her life to end up like that; she wasn’t planning to stop just because she had already reached a dead end. If it were to happen again and she was unable to successfully find the exit, then she would just have to make a way for herself by using all means possible, one way or another.
That was how her determination is at this point.
There was no turning back.
The decision had been made and nothing will stop her now.
If Black were to falter now and look back, she might not be able to move on forward but as heavy as her miseries and mistakes were in the past that tarnished her good moral and her bond with her parents, her reason to run forward was much heavier than her own sins.
Desperation itself propelled her to move, even whilst she was nearing her limits.
Yet, Black kept running. Running until she felt her feet hurt just as much as how her beating heart pumped in her chest.
In the middle of an unfamiliar street at an unknown time of the night, Black aimlessly continued her search even as she had almost stumbled down to the ground; the former queen kept herself up, dragging her body amidst the pain threatening to tear her apart due to the exhaustion creeping into her.
It had been minutes, maybe even hours since she had started her search and ran around the streets, searching even the alleys and the shortcuts up to the hills. Black even went as far as to search her school alma mater, yet in each place that she searched, all her attempts went for not as she still couldn’t find Gekikara.
Where is she?
Where did she go?
Was she safe and unharmed?
The questions ran around like a train in her mind, almost nudging her as if mockingly as the questions circling in her head had still not been answered. That and not being able to spot even a sliver of Gekikara’s shadow frustrated Black to her wits end.
It usually wasn’t that hard for Black to find Gekikara, not that Gekikara ever actually hid from her. The younger girl had always been around her, whether by her side or from behind her, she would often remain close as much as possible. Black never had it hard in finding the young queen, but now, it was a different case.
It had become extremely difficult, almost nearly impossible to find the young queen with all the possible places that she could go. Even though Black had the ability of fast agility and speed, that itself was not enough to make her searching easy.
It wasn’t easy at all.
Black let out a frustrated sigh, biting her bottom lip, feeling her regrets washing over her as she continued to blame herself over her own stupidity.
She regretted her actions, deeply even, for acting like a fool and letting the girl get away, and to think that Gekikara had walked away farther than what she could have imagine. Black even searched near and far, high and low for the young queen yet not a single trace remained, nor could she even feel the other girl’s presence, which she often does due to Gekikara’s unmistakable presence.
Now, nothing remained at all, it was almost as if Gekikara left without leaving anything behind, as if she had disappeared into thin air and it left Black fearing for the worst of all possibilities.
‘Rena…’
‘Where are you?’ Black thought, gritting her teeth together while she let out a puff of breath as she ran over the bridge, turning her head on both sides frantically, her long black mane fluttering in the air along with her unzipped black tracksuit jacket.
Black could feel her blood turn cold and her heartbeat palpitate; her heart already hurts far too much after running around for quite a long time, but Black did not stopped, even if it meant that she would collapse under the brink of exhaustion. It was rather unusual though. She rarely ever had to run for so long, only in short spans, but this one certainly challenged the limitations of her own ability, forming it into her own disadvantage.
It was frustrating enough. Yet the feeling itself kept Black from moving, partly because her own frustration was set onto herself.
If anything were to happen to the younger queen, Black would not have any excuses to make nor have the dignity to face the other Rappapa members and Yuko, knowing that she had been at fault for wounding Gekikara’s feelings and due to her full responsibility over Gekikara. She too knew that she wouldn’t forgive herself. The growing guilt inside her would be too much to bear if something drastic happened to the younger girl.
Even just the very simple thought of it left pain and anxiety in her heart.
“Rena, please be safe…” Black whispered, pursing her lips into a tight line while she held a tight grasp of her silver rosary, Black bought it up her lips and placed a small peck on the cross, grasping it firmly near her chest as she prayed, hoping that Gekikara was out of trouble while she continued to run.
Black ran, running to places she never knew had been there, aimlessly even without any real direction and in cases of which are purely random.
The former queen acted out basely because of desperation and her own anxiety.
It was foolish, just how much she was acting, how much of a fool she had been, but she just ran and searched without even bothering to stop and think for once, she was just clinging onto hoping that she would stumble upon Gekikara’s location. It was like a game of luck, a challenge of chances and Black would risk it, she would risk taking this chance, this one last chance that she hoped would not come too late.
Black slowly decreased her speed, breathing heavily as she wiped off the sweat dripping down her chin. The former queen of darkness panted, trying to even out her breathing while she fanned her face, attempting to cool off her hot flushed cheeks. The raven took a quick look around before settling into jogging off after having noticed a new unfamiliar alley up ahead.
The former queen carefully treaded down the staircase, her senses on full alert as she entered into the realms of the darkness.
Black’s defense instantly went up as her senses detected something far off with her surroundings. The distinct smell of copper suddenly invaded and wafted into her nostrils, the atmosphere grew colder, almost dangerous even as Black ventured deeper.
There was something wrong in her surroundings; it was almost as if something was disrupting the balance.
Black glanced around, preparing for whatever was it to come out in the darkness when the former queen’s legs abruptly stopped from advancing another step; Black felt uneasy at the feeling the winds cold breeze biting her as the chills went up her spine when she noticed the furious scratches and damages on the concrete walls.
It was terrifying and hideous, the damage was completely big just with how eye-catching it was; it was almost as if someone or something had done it in a frantic hasty manner given how numerous yet shallow the cuts were, but that aside, the most disturbing part was that it did not just end there. There were minimal yet dangerous deep stab damages on the wall itself, a part of the blade stuck on the wall, almost hauntingly as blood ran down and dripped off it.
The traces of blood were evident on the wall and to Black’s surprise, the blood itself was still fresh when she touched it; it was as if the episode had happened just as of now. The blood dripped down the wall and towards the floor, accumulating to form into a sick disgusting puddle while some splattered on the floor randomly, dying the concrete pavement with thick deep crimson colored liquid.
Overall, the state of the alley was horrible and everything was in a complete mess. The apparent hideous marks of scratches and bloody handprints where inevitably present, blood was smudged off, marring the wall as it created a long line that went further forward, only that it was cut off by the shadows the lurked almost indignantly in front of Black as if it wanted to push Black away.
It was alarming; frightening even at how much the alley’s state was; it was as if a fight had broken out and ruptured, creating a big disaster after its wake. Black however did not turn around and flee. She just stood straight, quietly even as she gauged her surroundings, trying to sense even a sliver of a person’s presence, hoping that she might and might not detect Gekikara’s presence.
While it was true that a gang can cause this much ruckus, there was one big exception.
Black knew of one person who can do just as much damage, so the chances weren’t pretty off that younger queen had been here; that aside, the tension, apprehension and the smell of blood and carnage that clung in the humid atmosphere here was not that much far off from Gekikara’s own aura.
She just wished that Gekikara was not here; if else she had been, the younger queen would be in big trouble for mischievous conduct and inappropriate behavior yet again, a case that held her back from graduating. Black did not want that to happen, knowing that Gekikara wanted to graduate just as much, and that she had promised to their beloved president that she would graduate, regardless of what her image would be in front of the younger Yankees in Majijou.
Moreover, although Black did want to see Gekikara, it was not appropriate for her to want to see the younger girl in this kind of place, a place this tarnished and damaged beyond humanly possible.
‘I hope that you aren’t here.’ Black thought as steeled her resolves, swallowing the lump forming in her throat as she took a small step forward, cautiously and slowly she entered deeper, staring at the bloody marks all over the walls and floor, feeling even more anxious as the amount of blood increased successively, no less accompanied by inhumane looking objects strewn on the floor.
Black picked up one of them, closely examining the bloody piece of object that looked like a broken steel blade, something of which also seemed like a part of the one stuck on the wall from a while ago.
The former queen touched the blade, feeling the rigidness of it’s once supposed to be sharp steely points. The blade itself looked worn-out from overuse, some of its parts chipped off, something that should never happen seeing as how it was metal. But then again, how the blade was exactly used and handled was something Black did not know, but whoever used this blade must have had the full intent to kill.
Black cringed at the thought and scrunched her face at the sudden invading intense gut-wrenching smell, something that smelled far more worst than blood.
Black turned her head to the side, glancing around as she tried to feel for anyone’s presence around her current range of perimeter before Black turned her head back to the front as she sensed something shift and move in the dark.
Black’s body quickly acted on reflex and swiftly, she carelessly threw the blade haphazardly as she saw something shift once more in the dark. The blade however, only flew straight past the hazy shadowy figure and landed on the floor with a loud clanking sound that echoed in the dark alley, piercing the heavy silence that was casted in the atmosphere, almost unceremoniously even that it made Black cringe at the painful effect it left in her ears.
The former queen pursed her lips into a tight line in pure displeasure, clicking her tongue in irritation. Black slowly took a few steps backward when she heard the something being kicked, along with another sound of something skidding and scrapping on the floor oh so disturbingly.
“Who’s there?” The raven hissed, keeping a safe distance away from hovering near the dark shadows as she felt an ominous presence stepping near, slowly even as the heavy footsteps came in short pauses. Black kept her sharp hawk-like eyes in front of her, glaring cautiously alert, as the footsteps grew louder and nearer.
The question however met thick silence as the sounds of footsteps and scrapping continued before something was tossed in front of Black, landing on the pavement with a loud thud when the object lied on the floor in a bloody heap.
Black’s eyes widening in horror in full realization of the identification of the object on the floor.
It wasn’t just simply an item or object that Black could just shrug off…
…It was a person’s body.
Unmoving, battered and badly wounded. Blood oozing freely over the person’s wounds as the blood pooled on the floor almost indignantly as the stench of copper filled Black’s sense; overloading the heavy feelings in her heart as Black felt her breath caught up in her throat. The feeling itself was something that threatened to overtake her and suffocate her as the raven tried to desperately remember how to breathe.
It was not that she wasn’t used to seeing a battered body before, she had seen quite a lot as she did fought in the past, along with the other Rappapa members and their beloved president.
Black was used to seeing badly beaten bodies that lied on the floor, looking like a beaten pulp over Gekikara’s and Yuko’s way of fighting.
What shook her nerves about this case was that the person was ghastly pale, inhumanly pale, and foremost, it wasn’t moving anymore, it did not even show any signs of life: a single twitch or turn or groaning, nor even the sight of the person’s chest moving rhythmically to show breathing motions.
It simply lied there, still and motionless.
“…W-What…” Black stuttered, struggling to voice out her thoughts, only to fail miserably when she saw a figure step out from the shadows, holding onto something shining and long before it came hurdling down on the body, piercing the person’s chest, straight at the heart. The action caused blood to splatter messily before the blood sprayed off like a shower from the wound inflicted on the chest area. The sharp katana was then dragged horizontally, tearing and cutting the lying corpse’s flesh.
“A-Ahh…” Black gasped in horror, feeling her legs turn into jelly as she watched the katana cut down deeper and deeper, stabbing and cracking flesh and bones as the sword’s glorious stainless beauty in turn was tarnished in red sticky liquid.
Black watched in horror at the incriminating scene in front of her, watching as the person’s body was being toyed with in a disrespectful and discriminating manner; flesh and bloody splattered on the floor, messily decorating the wall with deep crimson paint as it slid down, pooling along with the leftover dried up blood.
The former queen wanted to avert her eyes and flee, but she could not move her legs, nor could she tear her eyes away as if her body was paralyzed in fear as she saw the blade stabbing down frantically as it dug deeper and deeper through flesh. The sounds of steel cutting and scrapping over bones and flesh evident as the horrendous scene continued, Black thought that the carnage would continue of forever, but the blade stopped plunging done all of sudden.
The katana was pulled out, blood dripping grandly from its long sharp body, Black shivered at the sight of the sharp deadly object in front of her, staring at it in wide eye horror as it gleamed in the dark.
Black trembled when the figure slowly moved; taking a step closer to her, while she dragged the point of the katana, scrapping the floor with its sharp edge, making a shrill ear-splitting noise.
Never did Black had an encounter something this extreme; she never fully had the experience of killing someone, nor having the intent herself to kill people. She fought only to protect herself and to show people a lesson, but to go as far as what this murderer had done…?
It never crossed her mind, from in the past and up until now.
Black stared at the demise of the corpse that lay forgotten on the pavement as the figure approached her before glaring at the approaching intruder, the shadows aversely covering up the murderer’s identity, something that her vision could pierce through, but Black couldn’t. She could sense something hollow and dangerous was surrounding the figure, something dark and malevolent surrounded it like a cloak.
Black took a deep breath, grasping her rosary as she tried to keep herself calm, trying to lower down the tension and fear that rising in her chest.
“Who…”
“Just who are you?” Black whispered, glaring at the figure as she tried to push take a few steps back, trying to increase the distance that was slowly and steadily decreasing as the shady figure approached her whilst dragging the katana from behind.
The figure did not answer; it merely snickered in response before it leapt forward, swinging the katana down towards Black. Fortunately enough, Black quickly reacted by leaping back, hissing angrily when she felt a jolt of pain come her ankle.
Black ignored pain as she stared cautiously at the figure, watching as its head slumped forward, arms limply dangling on both sides while it clutched the katana tightly on its left hand.
“You…fiend…” Black hissed while the assailant stood unfazed, snickered in huge bemusement at the former queen.
The assailant cackled happily, grinning from ear to ear whilst flashing its teeth at Black, happily staring at its new soon-to-be victim before it let out a loud cry and charged at Black, swinging the katana haphazardly and frantically while Black dodged the incoming attacks as best as she can, given with the limited space in the alley. The throbbing pain in Black’s ankle and the state of her tired legs however proved to be her disadvantage as she was only able to dodge by a few inch, feeling the force of the blade cutting through air.
The assailant took notice of Black’s weak state and lunged forward, taking a side step before twirling around, cackling insanely as it swung the katana from behind Black. Black glanced over her shoulders in wide eye horror.
The former queen tried to dodge the incoming attack. The katana only barely grazed Black’s arm however, creating a long slanting cut through Black’s tracksuit jacket. Black glanced at the damage done on her jacket then back at the ominous figure, the look of pure shock and horror instantly formed on the raven’s face.
The figure giggled, tauntingly pointing at Black while limply approaching the taller girl, dragging her katana along, scrapping the floor in the process with its sharp edges.
Black bit her bottom lip, a sense of uncertainty forming in her heart as she saw her assailant moving forward again, trying to come near her. The raven wanted to deny the thought that crossed in her head, but she couldn’t shake it off, the thought of dying right now, here at this place, at this bloody alley.
‘Am I going to get killed now…?’
‘Just oh so easily without even a fight?’Black gritted her teeth in anger, tears slowly forming on her eyes as she watched the malevolent figure of her assailant stepping closer and closer, walking forward into the light as it stepped out of the shadows, revealing its whole form.
Black’s eyes widened; the former queen’s expression mortifying from irritation and rage into pure ghastliness and shock at the figure of a young shorter and pale frail looking girl in front of her.
It was atrocious and insane…just how fate was playing with her.
It was utterly cruel…
The shorter girl giggled, gazing at Black with lifeless mocking eyes, speaking words of which Black wished she had never wanted to hear and be told off at that moment.
“Ne…”
“Okkotteru…?”----
End of Part VIII
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A/N: That.....ends Part VIII of Chinmoku! Cliffhanger is a cliffhanger, sorry~
I gave full focus on this part, basically because its important...lol, and the next part will be just as important, I think?
Anyways, see you guys around, thank you for reading.
I hope I still have some readers left in the next part... >___<llllll
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