SICK

SICK (Chapter Nine)

Yata's diary:

It is a peaceful night, the moon is full and slightly red.

It must be the king watching over us. Watching over me through my window, writing down his story, and his clan men.

Long live the Red King! Long live Homra!!

No blood, no bone, no ash!!!

Here, it is about time to bring forth... misery, I guess.

Once the door was opened, our group found themselves looking at a short ghost like shadow. It was too dark to see its face before the flames of the candles set off by themselves, or maybe by power of some sort.

It was a girl, Anna, and apparently she was the one who lit up those fires, for her hands were stretched upwards and beside her waist, and her aura was bright red, reaching every candle around us.

It was the entrance hall we're all in, with two stairways spreading upwards on the sides. It looked almost like an ancient mansion. A Victorian Gothic castle in shape. The girl looked at us, the intruders, with glaring eyes. She giggled before she's disappeared, covering herself with her own red.

Kusanagi-san turned around, facing us, then said in his sternest manner, "She's mind controlled, just as our king, and my guess is Tatara, too."

He paused, hesitating but thoughtful, then changed his facial expression straight, "Let's go, and finish this Genji off. Let's bring our friends, and our king back to rest." We all nodded in agreement, then travelled up the stairs with fury feet.

The place was grand. There were doors to the left, that would take you to many other doors or different rooms, and others on the right that leads to yet more rooms to more doors. I remember that I had suggested for us to spread, however, Kusanagi's answer was, "If we're to part, we're to die. We'd lose.", he paused, only to check yet another room, closed the door, then continued, "I can't risk such folly, Yata."

Oh how I admired him, he's like the perfect king, or leader whenever Mikoto's absent. He's firm as Mikoto and deserves the title for future, if he became our next leader.

Around an hour, or half an hour later perhaps -we were too distracted in thoughts to count time-, we stopped for a short rest and to quick plan what's to be done next. The blue king trodden to the front in haste, stood before us all abruptly, then said "I think I know where cowards like him would hide.", he smirked brilliantly, almost confident. Kusanagi responded, "The room upmost?" Munakata nodded back, "If not, he must be creeping underground.", the blue king confirmed. We followed him upwards first.

We stopped to catch some breath and before a huge white painted gate, it could be here. The ultimate battle. And the end of this wicked work. We kicked the door open, then stood watchful around us, for it was pitch black inside.

Treading few steps ahead cautiously, the door was shut behind us, there was a red -warm- light of some sort coming from the distance before us. It was Tatara, and he has shown us a grin we didn't like. He stood as if he was ready to fight, before I was able to talk to him, he decided to attack me.

I set free my aura to shield me, however, for Tatara has started a chain of attacks to break it, I pushed him back with a flaming wave with my skateboard. 

Tatara was not born to fight... he always seemed to be the most peaceful member in Homra. Therefore, it was hard to hurt him, but easy to stop him, I thought. He jumped back at me with a heavy kick to my face. I struck back -allowing my anger to blind my eyes- with a blunt headbutt, accompanied later with a chain of burner fists from every direction unto Tatara.