Intertwined Destiny

Chapter 13: The man who came from America

Chapter 13: The man who came from America

Kuroko's deadpan expression had never failed to impress the mortal prisoners of Kirisaki Daiichi. Kuroko had been dressed neatly by the palace chambermaids assigned by Akashi. His pale delicate skin had gleamed a healthy vibe in the morning sunrise, his kimono was fresh out of the dryer and his soft silky hair was combed and was put in place with the familiar hair accessory belonging to the Akashi clan. The refreshed appearance of Kuroko Tetsuya had made the couple wondered what the devil master had done to the heir of the Kuroko clan. It was abhorrent. There wasn't a day the excruciating traumatic memories of their throes were bygone, buried into the depths of their minds. Discontent is the first step in progress, though as former overlords of the former Kirisaki Daiichi, they must practice the practice of extreme discretion towards the reformation of Kirisaki Daiichi's ruling power. Discretion is the better part of valor. If they were not vigilant, all their hard work would have returned to vanity.

"Speak," Kuroko had said.

Hanamiya and Mayuzumi had realized the pitiable fate the Kuroko clan had been entrusted. It was their fate that had destroyed the innocent life of the man named Kisaragi Amaya. It was also their destiny that had destroyed their bloodline, as if self-destructing their godlike powers blessed by the heavens, were feared by humanity they had vowed to protect. The couple had glanced at each other. As the final ruler of Kirisaki Daiichi, Hanamiya Makoto had made the final decision. It was the final act of the Kirisaki Daiichi's monarchy. "Kuroko Tetsuya, we will entrust the legacy of Kirisaki Daiichi to Teiko. Destroy or prosper, it would be your will. We believe your decisions will ameliorate the current rulers and cleanse the darkness haunting over Kirisaki Daiichi. The source of the abnormalities the Kuroko clan have often spoken of, although Mayuzumi had often preached and warned the people of its dangers, none had heeded his advice."

A chambermaid had placed Kuroko's favorite warm vanilla tea in front of him. Kuroko had sighed as he picked the hot cup of tea and its matching saucer tea set with his small delicate hands. "Why? Are you that eager to become Teiko's prized prisoner? To be fawned by the spirits of Teiko, the ghosts that haunt the vast lands, the empire blessed by the heavens?" Kuroko may be a former human who was robbed of his humanity by the treasured master, Kuroko was a vital existence that possess the experience of a thousand generals. An impossible feat, but Kuroko Tetsuya had made it happen. A miracle no one had seen in the last thousand years. Not since Kuroko Tetsujin had died. The world believes Kuroko Tetsuya was his legacy, the protector of miracles and the oracle of humanity.

He was blessed with tremendous strength, a gifted child ordained to one day become part of the hidden realm. Humanity had failed the Kuroko clan. Without their assistance, the day when humanity will be overrun by spirits and evil were not far off. The insistent unwavering perseverance and pertinacious were palpably reflected in Hanamiya's clear gray irises. It had taken a considerable amount of consideration for Hanamiya to reach the conclusion of his final decision

"If that is your wish, I will gladly comply." the quiet gentle voice had spoken.

Akashi had loomed over his wife, pulled a pregnant Tetsuya into a deep embrace. Akashi's gentle hands had unconsciously trailed to his wife's imperceptible bulging tummy. The other pair of couple had observed how possessive the devil master of Teiko can be when his beloved wife is involved. They had made a mental note to never oppose the great master of Teiko ever again after Amaya's incident. Standing in the master's great presence had confirmed their doubts. Humans were more devilish in nature than spirits could ever be. After all, it was the human's evil nature that gave birth to myths and legends, the genesis and origins of spirits. Kuroko had crooned his head over his shoulder and scowled at Akashi's looming figure. Akashi's tight embrace had made a mess out of Kuroko's immaculate kimono, the loose collar had revealed pairing mark, the brand of the Akashi clan was burnt deep into the back of his neck had glistered proudly.