Dark Arrow
By Marie Darkholme
24. Final Battle
Some fights can be prevented. Some wars can by avoided. But other must be fought, for justice, for honour, for love. And those fights must be won. Because when darkness dares trying to take more of its share, light must always be there to prevent it. And light must always triumph over darkness. Unfortunately, sometimes it isn't so simple and good people die, allowing bad people to leave. But no matter how many time, two, twenty years; no matter how far, the distance of two villages or the distance of an ocean; one day, at some point off the Earth, someone would make things right.
Sora eyed her enemy right into his eyes. If looks could kill, he had already died when they crossed eyes. But if she wanted to make things right, she needed more than her eyes to kill him. "You could at least tell me who I am going to kill. After all, you know my name." Sora dared him. The killer smirked, showing off his white teeth. "I think that's fair. You won't be able to tell it to anyone. After all, you have little time to live." He said in a darkened voice. "My name is Hotaru." He bowed mockingly, crossing his two katana as he did.
Taichi eyed the two. He knew Sora was dreading to kill the elder. He knew she wanted to revenge her friend's dead. But she was way too engulfed into her own anger and he feared that might put her in troubles. However, he had agreed to take care of the youngster. He eyed him; his eyes pitch dark frightened him. The eyes are the windows of the soul, but from his eyes, the brown haired could only think he had no soul. There was no light in them, no shine at all. They were black and hollow, like and empty shell dropped in the bottom of the ocean. Your katana is your soul. Fight with your soul. But the man before him had no soul. His katana was as hollow as him; its blade didn't shine either.
The two assassins eyed their opponents. The youngster grinned. "I guess I should present myself as well." he started, but his companion interrupted him. "No, I make the presentations." He motioned him, putting his katana in front of him, as to prevent him from going ahead. The youngster seemed a little taken back but allowed it. "This…is Shiro, my brother." He smirked. Sora and Taichi smiled. The similarities were too strong to ignore after all. "Now that we know each other, let your end begin." Hotaru said. With it, he held one of his katana above his head and the other at his waist level, both of them pointing to Sora. Shiro followed his brother's lead and prepared for attack as well. The couple exchanged looks and prepared as well.
Assassins usually weren't impulsive, but Sora could tell Hotaru was anxious to finish her. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't thinking about loosing. She blocked one of his attempts to cut off her head, but having two katana, the auburn haired had to have doubled careful and be twice quicker. He had a certain rhythm on his attacks. He made a right than a left and than a right again, and there was a break. Other times, he would make a left, right, left. It only depended from the arm that attacked first. He rarely made a four attempts attack. But she was having too much trouble avoiding his blades from hitting her to think straight a way to break his attacks, using his rhythm.
Taichi avoided the first attack and blocked the second, twisting his arm and tuning his block into a counterattack that Shiro avoided. The youngster backed away to restructure his thoughts. "You're still slow." Taichi mocked. The youngster gave him a weak smile, trying to keep his rage inside him. "You are so slow, that even if wanted to hit a snail, he would still get to avoid you." The brown haired continued to tease Shiro. Enraged the dark haired man attacked him, and Taichi avoided it and hit him in the arm. The wound was deep, but not enough to put him out of combat. Still, it was on his right arm, what would certainly slow him down. Throwing the adversary down with words always was a good tactic. He thought to himself. But with it, he allowed himself to get distraught and did not see Shiro preparing for attack again.
Sora was against the wall. The space was too small. Why did they always end up struggling in closed spaces? Nevertheless, the wall, gave her the right impulse for her to turn the situation around when Hotaru tried to impale her. In spite of that, he managed to injure her in her leg, nothing major, though. She touched her wounded thigh and made a painful face. It stung. But she wouldn't give up, never. "Injured already! I thought I would finally have an opponent that could be worth, but I guess I was wrong. You are, after all, a woman." Hotaru laughed at her. The girl tried her best not to get affected by his words, but it was difficult, especially when he was playing with the fact that she was a woman. She made intensions to make him swallow his words. Regaining a certain control over her anger, she waited for him to attack, and Hotaru saw his plan had failed and he had not managed to annoy her enough with his words. He would have to play rougher if he wanted to defeat her.
"Miyako or whatever her name was fought well, but, when you failed her…she had no chance against the two of us, since you are too weak." He said and then attacked her. His right katana straight to her chest, but Sora deviated. Hotaru's body turned and he attacked her in the place she was with his left arm. The girl blocked the attempt with her own sword as the assassin faced her again. He put his katana over hers and pushed them up. He was hoping to disarm her, but her katana didn't leave her hands like he had hoped; instead, her hands came up like his and due to the difference in highs, Sora gave some steps to his direction, so she could accompany his movements. They were inches from each other and he leaned over her, their arms up, their swords locked. "You smell to putrefaction." He said, always with his smirk, playing on his lips. The auburn haired lowered one arm, which the assassin didn't see, and her hand came in contact with a small cable. Picking the knife, she stabbed him on the leg. The assassin winced. "That was low." He affirmed, as his hand came in contact with his bleeding leg. Their katana were free once again and the girl stepped back. "As low as the poisoned arrow." She replied coldly. Hotaru laughed and his two katana made contact with each other, making the well too known, metallic sound.
The brown haired man only saw the katana coming when it was too late. It crossed his right arm, and hit the wall behind him, throwing him against it. He winced painfully, but had no time to do nothing else, as the youngster threatened to attack him again. He blocked the attempt, but his strength on his right arm was missing and he switched his katana to the other hand. The youngster smiled. "Now let's see who the slow one is." Taichi looked around and noticed he had separated himself from Sora. In the heat of the combat they must have walked apart. But at the moment, he had more urgent things to worry. His arm was injured and he wasn't that good with his left arm. The assassin was in advantage, because his injury wasn't as problematic as Taichi's and that meant no good for the brown haired.
"Sora, Sora. You keep too much things inside you. Too much hate. Too much pain. Too much sorrow. That's why, even if you wanted, you are never going to beat me. I am empty, hollow. I don't have anything and therefore I fear loosing nothing. You, on the other hand, have much to loose, and that's why you are going down."
Sometimes, the auburn haired thought if half the fights weren't won with talking. People talk, trying to bring what's worse about the other, what makes him weaker and fragile, and take that to win. That way, a fight brings a lot of feelings that, in other circumstances, could never have been thought. Hotaru could be hollow for her. But for other people, people who knew him, he wouldn't. Everybody has a pass and a pass includes things, memories, painful or not and Hotaru had a pass too. And then it hit her. She looked around to see that Taichi and Shiro had distanced from them. She could not see them anywhere, but she could hear the occasional sound of the metal blades. Shiro was Hotaru's something. He was what made Hotaru have something. He wasn't hollow, after all.
"You know what? What you are saying might be half true, but the other half is not. You are not hollow. You have something to loose too." She said as she circled him. Her voice was confident and filled with love. Hotaru eyed her, intrigued with was that thing that he could loose. He smirked, but it was unsure and his words trembled in his mouth. "I have nothing to loose." He muttered. "Shiro." The words seemed to have some effect, but the auburn haired girl had a better card, still hidden in her sleeves. "Your brother could be already dead. Who knows? Are you ready to loose him?" she asked truthfully.
Hotaru backed away and leaned against the wall. Shiro and he had always been together. They had become each other's shadow. He had never put the hypothesis of ever loosing him. In his mind, the thought had never appeared. They were so close that he could not see him as another, but as a part of himself. But if that part died…Shiro could die…then he would be loosing something, something very important. The realisation hit him strongly than Sora had ever thought. She guessed that he had never really thought his brother could die.
The combats re-started in both sides. Taichi tried his best to simply avoid Shiro's attacks but it was almost impossible and he had to use his katana to block. Unfortunately his left arm wasn't as good as his right arm. The attack slipped and hit Taichi in his leg. The pain he could handle, but the fact that he was having deep injuries made him slower and that, he couldn't handle.
On Sora's side, her psychological match seemed to have opened some wounds. Hotaru was using all his strength into attacking her, instead of using his smartness. Sora avoided an attack by deviating to her right side and the assassin's sword hit the wall. He charged at her with ferocity and speed and made a cut on her lower chest area when the failed to step back. She raised her eyebrow at this. It was an unimportant small cut, because it wasn't deep but it had crossed all her belly from right to left. Hotaru smiled, but his smile was wiped from his face when Sora attacked him and he didn't manage to avoid it and it hit him on his face. A deep cut opened on his cheek. "Now we're even." The auburn haired smirked, touching the scar on her cheek, caused from the poisoned arrow that had almost killed her.
Hotaru charged on her and the girl blocked the descendent blow with her katana on the horizontal position, holding it with both her hands. Her knees bend softly and took the hit, but the assassin immediately changed the position of his blade and tried to hit her on her right side. The girl inverted the position of her blade and took a step to her side to receive the impact. The blades touched and Sora felt the floor slip her. Her foot had come in contact with a wrong positioned stone on the floor. Her ankle tried to stable but the stone made it turn. Sora felt a sharp pain as the bone cracked. The pain was so strong that she fell on her knees. Her ankle was broken. The assassin tried taking advantage of her position, but the girl crawled him and he fell to the floor, his two katana laying some metres away from his hands. He tried to get up, but the girl grabbed his ankle. With her other hand, she tried to hit him with her katana, but he kicked it away. Now there were no more weapons. It was just their fists.
The assassin kicked her in the face to get his ankle loose. Sora struggled to get on her feet. She ignored the pain on her ankle as she put it down on the floor. Hotaru hit her in the face again with a strong punch and the girl backed away. He tried to punch her and Sora blocked with her hands, hitting him on the nose, which started bleeding. Hotaru cleaned the blood with his hand and tried to hit her in the stomach. The girl defended but was hit by another blow on the face. Her back hit against the wall and she felt a sharp pain on her ribs. Before she could know what was happening, the air started disappearing from her lungs. The assassin pushed her against the wall, his hands pressing on her throat so hard that the girl suspected he would break her neck before shocking her.
Shiro made another attempt to hit Taichi but the man rolled away from him, standing fair metres away from him. The dark haired made a run towards him, his katana pointing to the brown haired man's heart. Taichi concentrated on the attack. He wouldn't be able to block that attack. The only chance he had was if he waited for the right time and deviated. It was going to be hard but he had to make it. He just had to do it at the exact second. He could see the blade coming closer and closer and thought Shiro was running, the truth was that, for the brown haired, his movements were occurring slowly. He could see him, running and…Taichi deviated and raising his katana in the air, he applied all his strength and hit the youngster in the back. There was a scream as the katana crossed the assassin's back, but it was Taichi that screamed. A scream of energy.
The brown haired watched, perplex by the morbid spectacle before him. He took his katana. Shiro turned, blood beginning to come out from his mouth as he eyed his chest. He put his hand over the wound. The blood was soaking his clothes. His katana fell from his hands. He wanted to talk; the brown haired could tell by the way his mouth moved. But instead of words he coughed and a puddle of blood came out as his body fell to the floor, dirtying it with the red fluid. Taichi was too surprised by the horror he had caused for seconds to do anything else. He just stood there, eyeing the dark haired as blood begun making a pool around Shiro. He had killed before, but never like that; with the ferocity and blood lust that he felt when crossing the youngster's chest with his blade. And he had never killed someone who looked as young as Shiro should be. In spite of that, he did not regret his actions. How could he? It was he or Shiro, and obviously he preferred that he had been the dark haired.
"Now, you're going to die, by my own hands. What do you think of that?" Hotaru claimed as a smirk appeared on his face. Sora could tell by his eyes that he was enjoying the moment. She could feel the effects of the lack of oxygen starting to show. She raised her right arm and put it over his hands; then with her elbow she hit his nose again. The pressure on her neck was lost as Hotaru grabbed his nose. With a quick painful movement he put the bone back on its place. He glanced over to the girl he was trying to kill. The auburn haired had fallen to the floor, coughing, gasping for air. She saw him and tried to get away from his grip, but he managed to grab her as she stood and slapped her. Sora tried balancing herself, but when her foot came in touch with the ground her broken ankle throbbed and she lost balance, beating with her head on the wall. She fell to the floor. Gathering her strength, the auburn haired tried to stand, but Hotaru kicked her and she saw herself forced to remain on the ground.
"Bitch. You broke my nose." Hotaru stated as he turned her around. Sora opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling unable to move. She just needed a minute or two to recover. If he would only keep talking, she would still have a chance. Unfortunately she hadn't such luck. Hotaru sat on tope of her, his body weighting and making her feel a painful hit on her ribs. He put his hands on both sides of her head and approached her face. "You were a worthy opponent. But you have to admit that now you don't stand a chance with me." He whispered in her ear. Sora's eyes searched around something that she could use. She felt the grip on her throat again. "Have a nice trip." The assassin replied placing a kiss on her lips. Sora's hand made contact with something. Her knife that she had dropped somewhere between the fight. She tried to reach her, but it looked too far. She made an effort and her fingers pushed the object closer to her. Grabbing the knife she rose in the air and slashed open Hotaru's throat. The assassin eyed her astonished. He tried to press the wound but it was too late. Sora had hit him in an artery and the blood was sprouting in all directions, leaving her filled with his blood. She closed her eyes and her hand fell to her side.
The brown haired man seemed to awake from his trance state. Sora might need my help. He thought desperately and leaving the assassin's body behind, he ran in Sora's direction. His leg made him go slower and he couldn't hear the sound of the katana fighting anymore. In fact he couldn't hear much of anything that sounded like Sora or anyone else, besides the sounds of battles outside.
His eyes then saw something. Two bodies were lying on the floor. There was blood everywhere. In his mind he suppressed the thought that had been troubling him. He noticed the dark hair of the assassin and Sora's auburn locks. He was over her, but they seemed both…No, she's not dead. I'm not too late. Hotaru is dead, but she's not. He told himself. But then why weren't any of them moving?
He kneeled by the bodies' side and pushed Hotaru off Sora. He had his throat sliced. That is the cause of all the blood. But there was blood over Sora as well. But it must be his. He noticed the marks around her neck as he reached for her pulse. Her heart was beating and she was breathing. He took her in his arms as he leaned against the wall. He couldn't carry her anywhere. His leg wouldn't let him. He raised her head and noticed the blood coming from her wounds. He kissed her forehead. "Sora…?" his voice was soft and caring. The auburn haired opened her eyes to his joy. "Taichi…?" she asked unsure. Her face contracted in a mask of pain and Taichi repositioned her. "My back…" she complained. "I guess my ribs weren't completely okay as I thought." She laughed, but that caused her throat to hurt. "Damn Sora…you're a mess…" Taichi exclaimed. She smiled and touched his face with her hand in a care. "At least I'm alive." She pointed out with a smile. She pulled his neck and their lips met in a blood taste kiss.
The Captain moved quickly through the corridors. Some servants watched him with grateful smiles on their faces. But Daisuke was also walking with a smile on his face. Everything had gone like planning. The hostile guards had been tamed and his troops had taken control over the castle. He entered a large room followed by two of his guards. The room was a mess. He saw Fujistu's body lying on the floor. He walked a few paces into the room and saw the door that led to the kitchen. There was blood on it. He motioned one of the men to stay there and walked with the other following him. He descended the stairs that led to the kitchen and came across with King Ishida's body on the floor. Sitting on the table of the kitchen, Takeru was still very upset with all that had happened. He saw the Captain and smiled.
"I'm glad you are okay, Captain Motomiya." He greeted him. The Captain walked to him and gave him a friendly hug. "I'm sorry. Glad to see you okay as well, King Takeru." The red haired stated. The blond was a little taken back when the Captain broke the embrace and kneeled in front of him. Then he stood again. "You are the King now Takeru, you know that, don't you?" he asked, watching the blonde's surprise face. "I…I know… but I wasn't really thinking about it…right now…" he said sheepishly. "Well, you better. You'll have a lot of work." Daisuke turned to Hikari and took her hand, kissing it. "My Lady. Happy to see you okay as well." Hikari smiled. "Thank you Captain. Do you know where the others are?" she asked. The Captain smiled. "The entire castle is under our control. I'm sure we will find them soon enough." He replied
Takeru stood, overcoming his sadness and guilt feelings for the dead of his brother. "Then we must look for them. The guards had taken Mimi and Sora and Taichi went after them." He informed. "Hikari stay here with Li. I'll come back quickly." He bent and kissed her lips slightly. The Captain turned to his man. "Stay here. Take care of this people." The soldier bowed and stood behind while Captain Motomiya followed his friends.
"Take it easy, Takeru. I'm sure they are all okay. I've come across some injured men. They must be looking for us as well and the castle is big after all." the red haired assured his friend. Nevertheless, Takeru continued walking quickly though the corridors.
"Look, there are guards in there. The Captain must have taken control of the castle by now." Sam commented to his brother. Ken nodded. "Yeah, let's see if we can find the others." He replied. They had been in the tower and knock down the guards there. A group of Daisuke's troops passed by them and went to take control of the tower. The two brothers then saw a familiar face. "Hey it's Takeru and the Captain." They exclaimed at the same time.
Takeru saw the two brothers and ran to them. "Are you two okay?" he asked. "Yes. You seem worse than we do." Sam stated. "Our guards were weak. They didn't put up much of a fight." Ken complained. The four laughed. "Wasn't Koushiro with you?" The Captain asked. Sam scratched his head. "Well, he was… but he kind of lost us." He replied. "What about Taichi. Wasn't he with you?" Ken asked the blond. "Yeah but he and Sora went after some guards when they took Mimi." The four then proceeded to go search for the others.
After about a minute or two of searching, they found Koushiro. "Hey guys. I was looking all over for you." The red haired said annoyed. "I found Hikari and left Mimi with her. She said you had come to look for us." He informed. The blond raised an eyebrow. "You found Mimi?" he asked. "Did you see Taichi and Sora?" "No." the group exchanged looks. "Maybe we should look for them on the second floor." Daisuke purposed. The group agreed and they quickly went for the stairs.
Takeru was the first to reach the top. He was hectic. For some unknown reason to him, he felt like he had to find them, quickly. He gasped when he came across a body on the floor. Koushiro, who was right behind him gasped as well. "Hey, isn't that the assassin that went to get Sora?" he stated more than asked. "That's him alright." Sam assured him. "Sora said there were two of them. Where's the other?" they quickly started looking around. It didn't take them long to find Sora and Taichi, on each other's arms. Takeru approached them. He could see another body lying some feet away.
"Are…are, are they…?" Koushiro asked unsure, the words failing him. Takeru reached out his hand to feel if Sora was breathing but he was stopped. Taichi raised his hand and stopped Takeru's shaking one. He had been listening to them for a while, but he wanted to amuse himself. Sora however had completely fallen asleep in his arms. Or maybe she was too tired to stay awake or in too much pain.
"Taichi!" Takeru murmured unsure. "Yeah, who else?" The brown haired smirked. The other approached and closed a circle around them. "Is Sora okay?" they asked. "She's injured. She said her back hurt and I think she might have beaten with her hand or something but she's alive." Taichi informed. He could feel a bunch of questions starting, so before anyone could say anything else…"Can someone take her for me? My leg is hurt…" Sam picked the auburn haired in his arms and Takeru and Koushiro helped Taichi up. Takeru offered to help him walk but the brown haired refused. "No thanks, I can still walk." Taichi replied eyeing him. This was going to be his future brother-in-law. Takeru eyed him back with an inquiring look, but the brown haired only smiled as he turned away and walked towards Sam.
"Are you sure she's okay?" Sam asked him, eyeing all the blood on her dress, as they walked. "She's a mess." Taichi smiled. "She's stronger than you think. It's just some bruises. The blood is not hers." He assured him. Then he sighed. "Every time I leave her alone, she always manages to get into trouble." He stated. Sam laughed remembering the last time he had seen her like that. "Then, perhaps is better if you never let her out of your sight." He blinked an eye to the brown haired. Taichi smirked. "And I'm not, but…what about you? Have you decided what to do next?" he asked. Sam was quite for a while, listening to his brother boasting about an attack he had made to Koushiro. "We'll see…what time brings us."
Some days later the day was of a beautiful clean pale blue sky. The clouds were nowhere to be seen. Takeru and Hikari sat on one of the benches in the garden, accompanied by Mimi and Koushiro. The brown haired girl had improved quickly and when she started eating properly again she regained her strength, her colours and her humour. Mimi, on the other hand had changed through all the experience. She was less spoiled and behaved more freely. Maybe because she hadn't anymore the pressure of being a Princess on her shoulders, or maybe just because she learned to lie down and relax.
The young blond had stayed in his new acquired kingdom for a while, trying to set some things straight. His people already adored him and their Queen. Though Hikari hadn't yet been proclaimed as Queen because she hadn't married Takeru, the people already loved her as one. She had decided to stay with Sora and her brother until the girl got better and the blond had just returned to make her company. He had nominee Li Hong as his soon to be Queen's maid. The girl felt over flattered and almost broke in tears thanking him for such gift. Takeru had grown up, not in size, but inside. He was ready to face the new world that awaited him with a smile and forget about the past. Still, he would not erase it from his memory as the past is often the answer for future questions.
Koushiro was just happy that both he and Mimi could finally be together without any problems. The chestnut haired had been afraid that Sora would be angry with her, but once she found out what had happened when the auburn haired met her mother as only a peasant, and still had treated with respect and forgave her all her mistakes, the girl was sure that her friend would not keep rage against her. And so it was. When Mimi entered Sora's room to apologize her, the auburn haired got very angry. I'm going to beat you up, girl. She had said. Why are you apologising if you're just a victim as I was, a pawn as your mother was in this plot. If you try to apologize again, I'll kill you. Even being injured badly and without being able to get off bed, not that the auburn haired hadn't tried, but Taichi was watching her all the time, she could be pretty scary and Mimi wouldn't argue with her at any time. Sora had made her and her mother Ladies, given them shelter at the castle.
The blond laughed at a joke that Koushiro had made. They were talking about how he and Sora had got into Dark Arrow. Mimi curled herself near the red haired, dressed in one of her beautiful light pink dresses. He put his arm around her and pushed her closer, kissing her. They heard a laugh and turned to see Ken and Sam approaching.
"You are not telling the story right, Koushiro." Ken laughed. "Your forgot to mention how you and Sam punched each other." He informed. The red haired laughed along with them. "Yeah and how Sora and Taichi had eyes only for each other and froze." Sam added. The group laughed once again.
Koushiro cleared his voice as he motioned the two corsairs to join them. "Have you decided what you're going to do now?" he asked. Ken and Sam smiled. "Actually we have." Ken replied chuckling. "Since Taichi is going to be busy for the rest of his life taking care of Sora, otherwise she'll get into trouble, we are going back and take care of Dark Arrow." The older of the brother informed with a slight grin. Koushiro's face darkened a bit along with Takeru's. The girls showed a little sadness too, but they didn't know the two men so well,
The brother laughed. "But don't worry. You're not going to get rid of us that easily. Sora and Taichi made her promise we would visit you guys at least once a year if not more." Sam said. "Yeah, otherwise Taichi was not going to give us permission to take Dark Arrow." Ken said with a slightly annoyed face and then smiled. "I'm sure the old sea dog is afraid that we sink the ship and he won't be able to make some escapes." He continued amused. Takeru nodded. "He surely will miss the sea and the freedom." He stated. Hikari smiled. "Well, I don't see Sora being locked up in here either so I guess if my brother escapes he won't be going on the trip alone." She smiled.
Their laughs and joyful moment was interrupted when someone arrived. "What are you doing here?" Takeru asked surprised. "You were supposed to be in bed, young Lady." Sam mocked. The auburn haired girl crossed her arms on her chest. "How did you get pass Taichi?" Koushiro asked. "I…" but before she could reply someone arrived and grabbed her.
"This little runaway faked to be asleep and I went to…well…make some necessities…" the brown haired blushed a little. "And I escaped." Sora finished for him. she was wearing some pants and a shirt, but her head still had some bandages around it and made her look funny and cute at the same time, with auburn hair falling over the bandage. Taichi wore his headband and his corsair pants. She hit him playfully in the head, motioning him to put her down. "Obey your Queen, mere peasant." She mocked. The boy went along the play and put her down. "Need anything else, My Queen?" he asked with a resigned mocking voice. "Yes, kiss me." Sora ordered playfully and Taichi took her in his arms.
"Hey, stop that, you are making me sick." Ken complained. The others laughed. "You're just jealous because you don't have a girlfriend like mine." Taichi replied. "You can't keep me in bed all time, you know? I need to ride my horse and get out everyday." Sora complained herself, resting her hands on his chest. He bent and whispered in her ear. "Well, I would like to keep you in bed all time alright, but not for rest…" he stole her a kiss.
There was a cough and the attentions turned to the other side. "I'm sorry to interrupt your reunion, My Queen, but…" "Cut that out, Captain. I hate when you do that. There's no one around, so stop calling me that." Sora scolded him. Captain Motomiya smiled. He was wearing simple clothes and Haruko was by his side. "I was just here to say goodbye. Me and Haruko are going to visit my mother. Thanks for allowing me, Your…" he stopped when he saw Sora glaring at him. "Lady Sora." He corrected himself. She glared at him and then smiled. "Still not perfect. But its getting better." She replied. Haruko bowed and waved to them as they left, Daisuke's arm over her shoulders and her head leaning against him.
"So…I guess you need me to go away so you can keep talking about me in my back." Sora said. Koushiro, Mimi, Takeru, Hikari and the brothers eyed her, making innocent faces. "We!" "Ah, no. We wouldn't." "Of course not. Never." "Talk about you in your back, of course we wouldn't." "No way!" the auburn haired glared at him and turned to her beloved chocolate eyed lover. "How about we go ride a while, away from those?" she said seductively pointing to the group behind them. Taichi arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I mean, you're still recovering and…" he decided to shut up when he saw her puppy eyes. He whistled and a black pure race mare came running. Sora eyed him approvingly. "Already conquering my friends in my back, huh?" she mocked him as she petted Thunder. The horse neighed caressing his head against Sora's and Taichi shrank his shoulder with a sheepishly smile. "I guide." She stated and climbed on. Unfortunately with the wrong foot and her ankle immediately ached, making her retrieve her foot. Taichi chuckled. "I guide." He said and after climbing up her pushed Sora up. Then they disappeared in the garden.
"They are never going to change." "But I think that's a good thing, after all, Sora will always be a tomboy Lady with her katana in one hand and her horse's reins on the other. And Taichi will always be a free spirit, a sea dog, a corsair. They were destined to be together and destined to be like this. They had a lot of friends that had all kind of personalities from spoiled Princess to intellectual professor and chess freaked corsairs to in love Princes.
They would live their lives in constant adventurous and in the borderline of danger. But mostly they would always be together, for good and bad. He would always have her and she would always have him. They would be the only word for Sora and Taichi. They were one. Forever.
The End
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Dark's Assassin – the Night Crawlers could have been inspired on your penname. Would you make a good assassin?
Musashibf – sorry about what happened to your fics. Don't loose hope.
Melissa-chan
Silver-spirit
Soraslove
Dbzgtfan2004
Kat
CJ
Gila
Xymi AngelGhost
JyouraKoumi fan - that's not a review. Sorry but that's still not a review. OP
Thanks everyone.
I have in mind another fic, but I'm going to stop for a while because of a project I have in Portuguese. But stay toned, I'll be back.
Sayonara.