Okay! Next chapter! Sorry for not updating for so long, and thanks for all the reviews! You guys are awesome X3! Also, I know it's a little late, but, Merry Christmas everyone ;3 Anyways, please enjoy the next chapter of Kidnapped! Think of it as a late Christmas present!
Just a Dream? Not so Much
I sat bolt upright where I'd been sleeping. I'd had the most horrible nightmare; that Giriko had come back for us, had fought against Justin (I can't fight without a meister) and that I had gotten knocked out.
But, with a quick look around, I saw that I hadn't, in fact, been dreaming.
Justin and Giriko were locked in close combat, and Justin was being forced to mostly play defense, though I saw that he managed to get in an attack or two of his own every now and then. All the while, Giriko was screaming at him, something about running away with me, or some shit like that. Oh, great. He picks now to turn all protective-big-brother.
For awhile, I tried to keep up with the fight, but it was impossible. Things were going to fast for me to follow. Though, every now and then, I caught a small fragment of the fight when it momentarily slowed down for about a second and a half;
… Giriko kicked at Justin, who jumped to dodge it and slashed back at Giriko with the guillotine blade on his arm, an attack which Giriko blocked…
… Justin used his Neck Shackle-Guard 'attack' to lock Giriko in place so that he could hit him with a Headbutt of Love. Giriko threw him off, about 10 feet away…
… Justin slashed at Giriko, trying to catch him from behind, but Giriko blocked it well and kicked Justin back, luckily not with the leg that had the deadly chains wrapped around it…
Really, it was all going so fast that I couldn't find a place to jump in. And, to be completely honest, even if I could find a place to jump in, I doubt I could do much except get myself killed without a meister. That, or I'd get in trouble, Justin would try to save me, and he'd end up getting killed. Then I'd get killed. Really, all I could really do at this point was sit back and watch or royally screw us both over. And when I say 'us', I obviously mean me and Justin.
I felt something warm drip onto my bare arm (the sleeve of my sweater must have been torn off earlier, though I'm not sure how) and saw that it was blood. My blood. I reached up to touch my forehead, and hissed, recoiling my hand when I did. There was a large cut there, though I couldn't remember how I'd gotten it. Well, I'll say this; if it didn't hurt like f-k before, it did now.
Anyway, though the fight was going very fast (too fast for my eyes to follow) everything seemed to move very slowly, like in the movies. Weird, huh?
Out of nowhere, I felt a hand on my shoulder, I jumped, and whirled around. What I saw shocked me; it was Misha. And he was grinning. Where in the f-k did he come from? And, more importantly, why the hell didn't he show himself sooner!
"So, partner," he said, "you ready to give your brother the beating of a lifetime?"
Despite being pissed, I grinned and said, "Hell yes!"
"Alright, then," he said. "Transform so that we can kick his ass already."
I nodded, and jumped into the air transforming in a flash of light. At almost the instant my hilt was in his hand, he ran out onto the battlefield, slashing at Giriko. Justin, well, he looked shocked.
Now that I was close up, I could see that he was exhausted, with a thin layer of sweat on his face and a tired, worn-out look in his eyes. It wasn't surprising, considering how long he'd been fighting. I cast a sideways glance at him and winked, pretty much telling him to go rest. After all, he looked like he was about to fall over.
Looking relieved, he stumbled backward and collapsed with his back against a tree, obviously glad that he was no longer a part of the fight.
I looked at Giriko, and glared with all of the hatred I could manage. For a minute, he actually looked freaked out. I grinned, but quickly replaced it with the glare. Guess who I learned that from?
Misha parried me, and lunged at Giriko, using an old fencing technique. Shockingly, we actually hit him, slicing his arm open and leaving a deep gash. But, I saw that he'd actually set a trap for us, lashing out with chains on his fists, and yelled, "Misha! Watch out!"
He barely jumped out of the way in time, but still got a nasty cut on his left cheek.
Suddenly, Giriko jumped, confusing me. Why in the hell would he…?
Then I saw; he was going to use his most powerful attack on us. The Wave of Genocide. Oh, F-K!
As I predicted, he yelled, "SAW LEG 3RD GEAR, WAVE OF GENOCIDE!"
There was no time to dodge, and there was no chance in hell that we could block or counter. It was then that I understood the term 'sitting ducks'. Oh, the irony.
I shut my eyes, waiting for the blast of intense pain that would signify the finishing blow, and the end of me and Misha's lives. But it never came.
Instead, I heard a clash of metal, a soft gasp, and an angry yell of frustration. Snapping my eyes open, I saw what had happened; Justin had jumped in the way and barely blocked the attack before it hit. But, despite having done little to no damage, the attack had still taken its toll on Justin, who was wobbling unsteadily on his feet. He was exhausted, and he'd been fighting way too long in the first place. If he stayed in the fight, it wouldn't end well.
"Go," I whispered. He didn't need to ask what I meant. Justin barely managed to stumble back over to the tree before collapsing once again, this time falling on his side, and I knew that this time, he wouldn't be getting up so quickly.
Giriko, trying to take advantage of Justin's weakened state, started towards him, a murderous glare in his eyes. Oh hell no!
Misha ran at Giriko, slashing at him wildly. That got his attention. Of course, he dodged every swipe, and threw us back about 20 or so feet. All the while, he was screaming his own unique brand of insults. I could tell that he was still half drunk. Still, as long as he wasn't trying to murder Justin, I really didn't give a damn.
"Misha," I hissed, "we should use a resonance attack! We can finish him now!" He nodded, and held me up over his head.
At the same time, we screamed, "Tamashii no Kyomei! Golden Sword Fissure!"
I was laying at the base of a tree, breathing heavily. I hated (and there are very few things I truly hate) feeling so weak, so vulnerable, and unable to defend myself against attack. It drove me crazy, as it always has.
I looked up to the fight, trying to follow what was going on. When I saw Torri's partner (what was his name? Mashi? Misha?) raise her above his head, I saw what was happening; they were going to try for a resonance attack.
I knew that at this point, I could only hope for their success. After all, I couldn't fight like this, exhausted, weak and wounded. Blocking that attack had taken the last of my energy away from me; I doubted that I could even stand if I tried.
Knowing that I couldn't do anything (which still drove me to the brink of insanity) I simply allowed myself to slip into unconsciousness, know that whatever was supposed to happen would happen.
It was a direct hit.
Giriko, well, he just kept yelling, "Ha! You dun have teh balls!" And yes, he actually said 'dun' and teh'. Like I said, he was fighting half drunk.
Anyway, because he stupidly thought that we wouldn't have the nerve to do it, which we so did, he didn't think to try and block/dodge/counter the attack until it was too late. Therefore, we got a direct hit.
After that, he took off back towards Baba Yaga's Castle, cussing like a sailor all the way. I rolled my eyes, and transformed back into my human form, immediately running over to Justin to see if he was alright (déjà-vu anyone?). He was unconscious, but breathing. I sighed in relief.
I hadn't known it during the battle, but I saw that he had a few cuts and gashes. And they looked painful. So, I guess a few of those 'close calls' were closer than I'd thought. A lot closer.
Thankfully, Misha had brought a first-aid kit with him, and I quickly patched up everyone's wounds (Misha did mine).
Other than the cuts, bruises and obvious exhaustion, Justin seemed fairly okay. But, I knew that it would be a bonehead move to try and move him, so I just set his head in my lap and leaned back against the tree.
Sighing, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
So, how'd you like it? I know, I know; it's been awhile since I've written for this story, but I had a massive case of writer's block. I was actually listening to a song called This Side by Nickel Creek (it's a song that came pre-set on my computer), and I randomly got inspiration to write this chapter. Hmmm, now if only it could work like that for Witch Sisters. Haha, lol. Anyway, I started this chapter at around 2:30am, and right now its 4:37, so I guess I've been working on this for a good two hours and seven minutes. Yikes. Ah, well. Might as well keep the writing streak up, eh? Oops, the clock just changed to 4:38, so two hours and eight minutes. Haha, Death the Kid would be proud… Anyway, I'm going to go try and get the inspiration to write either another chapter for this, one for Witch Sisters, or one for Basketball Game. Anywhos, BYE.