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War Of Shadows	By : TurtleNinja Category: +S through Z > Samurai Jack Views: 3353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Extor set down his coffee mug and Chimitsu stood, walking over to me. I could see the deep worry in her emerald eyes that matched my own amongst concern as to whether or not I was well enough to fight again. I was concerned as well, but it did not matter whether or not I was ready. Our time was up.

"Minamoto-kun..."

"Please," I implored her. "We have to leave immediately. A teleport would be the fastest."

"All right."

"Extor, thank you again for all your help. We greatly appreciate it."

He nodded as Chimitsu quickly took ahold of my hands, wrapped her wings about us, and sent us on our way. I had yet to get completely used to the concept of suddenly disappearing and reappearing, but we had no time to travel by any other means. Mad Jack had extended a cruel invitation that we had no choice but to accept.

Dozens of people were suddenly around us, screaming and running aimlessly in a panic. Buildings were on fire and many had their windows shattered, the glass littering the streets and sidewalks. A few cars had been overturned and some had been set on fire, making this city more hellish than it usually seemed to me.

"Oh my god," Chimitsu breathed, one hand raising to her mouth as she took the scene in.

I stood frozen in place, unable to speak or move as the shock of what I saw began to sink in. It did not matter which way I looked, I saw chaos and terror enveloping the city and its suffering people. None of them seemed to notice us standing there as they ran about in their terrified panic, all too concerned about themselves.

A child stood beside a telephone pole with an overstuffed plush puppy clutched tight in his hand, his face red from crying as he continued to sob. A woman knelt beside the still, fallen form of a man that had to be her husband and wailed in anguish at the sight of a deep, burnt stain on his crisp white shirt. Blood occasionally splattered and streaked the streets along burnt areas, illuminated by the occasional shower of sparks from the utility poles overhead.

I gasped as I felt something slam into me and latch onto my kimono with an iron grip. I whirled around instinctively, expecting Aku or Mad Jack, my breath catching in my throat as I came face to face with the pale, pained face of a man I did not even know. His hands and face and clothes were streaked with blood as he stared pleadingly into my eyes.

I could tell that he was going to die soon, although slowly judging by the amount of blood that covered him. I could not even tell where he had been wounded at, it covered his body so thoroughly. Despite having lost so much blood, he clung desperately to the collar of my kimono with so much strength that I could not pull away.

His mouth opened and closed in an attempt to speak but only a sickening gurgle escaped instead of words. Blood trickled out of his mouth as his grip loosened and he finally sank to the ground, streaking my kimono with blood. I took a step back in shock, my heart aching at the realization that we could not possibly help all of those still left alive in the city.

And then, somehow, amongst all the chaos, we heard the sound of a baby crying nearby. We walked towards the sound in an attempt to locate it and found the child crying in its mother's arms in an alley. The woman had a bullet wound to the head and had been dead for a short while there, protecting her baby to the last.

"We have to save him," Chimitsu stated, not giving any room for arguement.

She picked up the child and cradled him into her arms, holding her protectively against her breast. He sobbed and wailed for his mother for a few moments more before settling down and curling against Chimitsu.

As we moved deeper and deeper into the heart of the city, we began to see that even more hellish scenes awaited us besides burnt out vehicles and buildings. Bodies littered the area more frequently, some simply lying still in the street, while others had been brutally torn apart. Male, female, young, old, the carnage had clearly been indiscriminate when it chose its victims.

Chimitsu stayed close to me, keeping her nodachi strapped to her back and the child safe in her arms. I took her hand and led her down the street as the smell of death hung in the air, sending chills down my back. I had faced countless minions of Aku and Mad Jack before, but there was something different about this.

As we rounded the corner, we caught sight of Mad Jack standing over the bleeding, mutilated forms of what had once been a group of schoolchildren. Chimitsu immediately pressed her face into my back with a choked cry and I swallowed hard, trying to force my rage down as I clenched my fist at my side.

By the gods...

"Ahh...at last you come!" he cried.

He let the body he had been holding slip from his grasp to the ground as he turned toward us. He wore an expression of twisted delight, warping his features into a mask that was as hellish as the scene around us. He was covered in blood and I made sure to keep myself between Chimitsu and this demon that stood before us.

"What in the name of the gods have you done, Mad Jack?!" I shouted, barely able to contain my fury.

"What was necessary to draw you out."

He licked a streak of blood from a fingertip and slowly approached us, his eyes empty and clouded with bloodlust.

"I knew you hadn't succumbed to Ekirei's spell, but couldn't find you, so I did what I had to to bring you out of hiding."

I could feel my body tremble with rage, his words boiling my blood. He had done this all to draw us out for an attack? I could not bring myself to believe that completely, knowing that there had to be more to it than what he was telling us.

"Why?!" I demanded. "Why the children?!"

He stopped and flicked a few strands of hair over his shoulder, a cold, satisfied expression on his face. He slipped his hands into his pockets and eyed us with a venomous spark in his eyes. Chimitsu stayed behind me with the baby in her arms, watching the scene with wide eyes as I attempted to understand why he had done this when there were other ways to get our attention.

"Because they worshipped you, futago," he answered casually. "They idolized you and forgot to fear Lord Aku in the process. We couldn't allow them to grow up thinking that they had a hero who would one day liberate them."

His voice was cruel and condescending, as if he were taunting me. He had taken countless innocent lives without remorse, sending them to their graves in torment and pain. I could feel the rage and agony burning in my chest at the indignation these people had suffered at his hands.

"You destroyed so many young lives because they had hope?!" I cried in astonishment. "Because they believed in me?! Because they only wanted to be free?!"

He shrugged, his hands still in his pockets. He did not care at all about what he had done here or the blood he had spilled to flush us out. We were all he cared about and now that he had accomplished that, there was no need for any further destruction and chaos.

"They would only have gotten in Lord Aku's way as adults and the Pit of Hate is already becoming full."

I could feel his emotionless indifference along our link and this was more than I could tolerate after all I had seen and heard. I could understand him coming after us through our friends, attacking adults who refused to stand up and fight for Aku, but the children, the innocent children who had not yet had much of a chance to live? I could not stand it.

He was going to pay.

"Omae wa makaritoanai ze!"[1] I roared, lunging at him and leaving Chimitsu behind with the baby.

He laughed softly and took a step back, both of us drawing our katanas at the exact same time. I knew that he fed off my anger, and for that reason, he had an advantage in this fight. But at that moment, with all the lifeless bodies of the children lying around us, I did not care. I struck with lightning speed, slashing over and over again, left, right, left, right, up, down, and then thrust the handle of my katana into his chin.

I did not give him time to recover and slashed deeply across his side, drawing blood before he was able block. He snarled and sliced down my arm, slashing deeply. In return, I slammed my left fist into his jaw before bringing the handle of my katana down on the back of his neck, dropping him to the ground.

He fell awkwardly, yet still managed to swing around, sweeping me off my feet onto my back.

Shards of glass sliced into my back through my kimono as I landed and as I rolled out of the way to avoid a strike aimed for my throat. Chimitsu stood off to the side by a lamppost with the baby cradled in her arms, watching the two of us in horror as we fought about the deserted street. I leapt to my feet and blocked a downward strike, bringing my left foot up to kick him hard in the stomach.

He doubled over and then laughed before swiping at my midsection. I did manage to dodge the blow and struck down hard towards his collarbone. He blocked and we began slashing at each other again, trying to bring each other down. It was a fight to the death this time, neither of us willing to let the other escape if we could help it.

With another laugh, he fired a red orb into my stomach, sending me flying back through the glass window of a store and through a couple shelves before I skidded to a stop on the floor. I lay there for a few seconds, dazed and covered with blood as I heard him leap through the same window I had just crashed through. I could sense him look around for me and considered faking unconsciousness or death, but knew that he would be able to tell that I was doing so along our link.

Instead, I pulled myself up, feeling the sting of the glass shards in the tattered shreds that was my kimono, momentarily ignoring the blood that trickled down my arms and legs. I heard him laugh and felt him leap in towards me, whirling around in time to block as my back slammed up against another shelf. I snarled at the pain that reached me through the rush of adrenaline as the glass was ground even deeper into my skin and pushed back against him, trying to get an opening long enough for me to get away from the shelf.

The dangerous spark of bloodlust filled his eyes as he chuckled wickedly, pushing down harder against my blade. I could feel the electric surge in the air as our very auras twisted and danced around each other, rattling items on the shelves around us, even knocking some to the floor. He was a powerful Elemental and I was rapidly weakening from the bloodloss that had stained what was left of my kimono a rust color, but I could not allow him to get the better of me this time.

With a roar, I summoned all the raw power and anger I felt in my heart, channelling it into my legs and pushed up to shove him into the shelf across the aisle. He had nearly fallen, but instead managed to regain his balance, lunging at me wildly in fury. I stepped aside and slashed at a support holding up the shelf, watching it topple over onto him.

I knew that he was far from beaten and stepped back, panting, weak, and aching despite the adrenaline that burned in my veins. I watched as a blast of magic shattered the back of the shelf and he leapt at me again, slashing repeatedly with his katana. I blocked, wasting no time in striking back, pushing him back through the store towards the register.

He could sense where I was directing him and stepped aside as I brought my blade down, watching as it sliced through the counter instead of him. With another laugh, he sliced at my head, intending on finishing me right then and there. Instead of blocking, I simply ducked, instinctively turning away from the shower of sparks that came from the imploding register.

Before he had the chance to recover from the misdirected strike, I lunged forward and rammed my shoulder into his sternum, knocking him off his feet. With a roar of fury, I swung up and brought my katana down towards his head, intending on taking it and ending the fight. He blocked at the last second and swung up, kicking me in the chest and sending me onto my back on the floor.

I rolled with it and streaked the tile floor with blood as I flipped back onto my feet, watching him carefully. I panted heavily from the exertion of the short battle while he had hardly broken a sweat, enjoying this battle and feeding off the wanton destruction and chaos. He knew that I knew it, too.

"Go ahead, futago," he taunted. "Get yourself in a rage, let all that pent up anger and hatred fly."

I said nothing and lunged in, our blades clashing over and over as I pushed him back out through the shattered window onto the street again. Chimitsu had not moved from her spot, watching us with her wings curled protectively around the baby she held. I roared and pounded my blade down against his, sparks flying like small bolts of lightning from the sheer force of the blows.

I backed him down off the sidewalk and into the intersection, my body aching from the exertion, even as a power filled my very soul. It fueled the desire to destroy my double and avenge all the lives lost in this city at his hand so those lost souls could finally rest. He seemed to have no trouble blocking, as if he was toying with me, enjoying this more and more.

"Yes! Let it go! Feel the rage and hatred burning in your heart!"

His fist collided with my jaw and I whirled around, the blow fueling the rage within me as I returned the blow with one that was almost identical to the one he had dealt me.

"Let it consume you!" he exclaimed. "Dance the dance of war, futago!"

His face contorted into a mask of twisted excitement, the shadows dancing over his features as they were illuminated by the firelight.

"Go wild and let the fires fill you with lust!"

I roared again, summoning all my power and slashed viciously at him, growing wild with my hatred of him. He had caused me so much suffering and inflicted pain on all those that I loved in this world. Nothing could be gained by letting him continue to live. He had to be destroyed.

The more enraged I grew, the more frenzied he became, enjoying every last strike and ounce of pain we inflicted on each other. He blocked easily, his leather jacket, t-shirt, and my kimono all becoming shredded into tatters and streaked with blood from the ferocity of our battle. He flicked his hair back over his shoulders and grinned at me, a psychotic gleam shimmering in his eyes.

We moved across the glass-strewn pavement, slicing and slashing at each other as our blades sparked in the light of the fires that glowed in buildings and cars nearby. Sweat and blood trickled along my skin, stinging and burning in the gashes inflicted by the shards of glass and Mad Jack's katana. Sirens roared from somewhere deep within the heart of the city, adding to the dark, hellish scenery of the world around us.

Sparks danced across the street as I pushed him back towards another shop, feeling the rage burning inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to see him lying amongst the bodies here, knowing that if I could destroy even just him, their Dark Elemental Circle would be broken and their power shattered. He held the essense of Hirame the Metal Elemental, and if I could kill him, she would be free to escape her spiritual enslavement at the hands of Aku as she had told me in the midst of my fever dreams.

He whirled around and slashed violently, forcing me to leap over the blade or be sliced in two. Another deranged laugh cut the air as I landed, unable to do anything but block as he charged in and pushed me down onto the hood of a burnt-out car. His lower half pinned me down as he leaned in and pushed with all of his weight onto his blade, the twin katanas dangerously close to both of our throats.

"Oh yes...do you feel that, futago?" he asked, his voice a harsh whisper. "Do you feel the orgy of pain and suffering in the air?"

I could feel the pain, the fire of the gashes on my back as it ground against the ice-cold metal of the car.

"Let it consume you, futago, let it destroy everything you are..."

His eyes flashed, gleaming like the firelight reflecting off our locked blades.

"...everything you love..."

Anger and hatred surged through my veins at his words.

"...everything it touches in this world."

His eyes burned into mine, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I could see Aku's reflection in them, further fueling the rage burning in my blood.

"Let the chaos exhaust your reserves, swallow you up, and give revival to your darkness!"

He leaned down, his face so close to mine, his eyes burning with an ecstatic lust for this destruction. He wanted this, he wanted it all. I tried to push him back, but my strength was weakening from a combination of exhaustion and blood loss. He pushed down twice as hard, leaning down so that his lips were almost brushing lightly against my own.

"Accept it, futago..."

His quiet whisper sent a chill down my spine as I gazed up into his cold, empty eyes.

"Accept this lust for chaos and destruction and embrace it."

His head tipped down slightly and his eyes narrowed, a sadistic smile curving across his lips.

"Do it. Kill me and make us one and the same..."

This was more than I could bear. Suddenly, I did not care if I was past my endurance or if I died here today, so long as I took this monster with me. I roared and pushed up with all my strength, shoving him back and off balance until he fell to the street. His katana dropped from his hand and clattered to the street a few feet away as I pushed myself up off the hood of the car. Momentarily stunned, he had no chance to grab his katana to block. He was dead.

I raised my katana above my head.

"SHI-NEEEEEEEEEE!"[2]

Every ounce of strength I had left was channelled into my blade, bringing it down toward his heart. He deserved this and so much more. Let him die here in the street, in the midst of this hellish scene that he himself had created.

"YAMETEEEEEEE!!!!!!"[3]

I halted my strike mere inches from Chimitsu's chest, looking up to see her standing there with her emerald eyes full of tears. I stared at her in disbelief, panting, not wanting to move away from my double and lose this chance to rid this world of him. Slowly, she reached over and pushed my katana away from her chest and I let her as she took a step towards me.

"Minamoto-chan...don't," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "It's just what he wants. He wants you to do this, to kill him."

Her eyes slide closed and she looked away, a stream of crystalline tears running down her pale cheeks.

"Please...let him go."

I stared at her in shock as her words slowly sunk in through the haze of fury boiling in my chest. I could not believe that she had just said that. She was the last person I had ever expected to hear ask me to let him go.

She hated him almost as much as I did and had even been preparing me for the final battle with him and with Aku. I could not begin to understand her reasons for asking me to let him go free after what he had done here. Not when I was unable to think of one good reason for such a request.

Could she not see what he had done here?

"Let him go? After all those children he murdered so ruthlessly?"

My gaze flicked between her and the figure lying sprawled on his back on the pavement

"He deserves to die, Chimitsu," I growled, feeling the rage begin to burn again in my veins. "He deserves to die as violently as they did."

"Perhaps he deserves to die, but not like this. It isn't time for it."

I moved to strike him down again, only to have her grab my arm and stop me before I could do so. I looked at her, glaring, wondering why she would want him to live after what he had done here. She gripped my arm firmly and prevented me from making the strike, her eyes showing solid determination to keep me from doing what I was about to do.

"You can't do this, Minamoto-kun," she stated firmly without any room for arguement. "I won't let you."

I pushed her out of the way and turned my attention back to him. In all this time, he had plenty of opportunity to recover and get out of the way, but he did not and simply laid there, waiting for me to cut him down. There was something oddly unsettling about the fact that he had not moved and that he was still smiling. I hesitated, suddenly and inexplicably uncertain.

I glanced from my twin's prone form over to Chimitsu and felt even more unsure of what to do when I saw the look in her eyes. She did not want to be here amongst all this chaos, nor did she want to witness this battle between myself and Mad Jack. I could see that the hellish scene around us chilled her and that she wanted nothing more than for the two of us to leave, but also that she was pushing the emotions back.

What did she know that I did not that compelled her to force back her horror for the sake of stopping me?

I began to lower my katana, then hesitated a second time. No...he had to die. No good would come from letting him live and the souls of those that he had killed would not be able to rest until he had been destroyed. Vengeance had to be served! I raised my katana again, preparing to strike him down when I felt Chimitsu's hands upon my back, her hands sending waves of gentle love flowing through my heart.

Her warm fingertips trailed up along my back over the mangled, bloody slices in my skin as she worked her way up to my shoulders. I could feel warm, healing energies tingle along my skin and seal the wounds as she touched them. Her hands slid down over my arms towards my wrists and I could feel her press firmly against my back.

I suddenly realized the pain and weakness in my entire body, my heavy, labored breathing, and what a bloody mess I was. I relaxed as I realized just how closely she was pressed against my back, feeling her healing touch caress my skin through the tattered shreds of my kimono.

"If you do this, Jack, you and he will merge and become the same person,"

Her voice was a soft, calm whisper in my ear and I could feel her healing wash over me, not just from her fingertips but from her entire body pressed up against me as well."

"You'll become Mad Jack and everything you've fought for, all your hopes, dreams, your honor...everything will be destroyed, including yourself."

Her hands reached my wrists and stopped there, resting loosely against my hands. She was hugging me, a gesture I found to be a bit too intimate to be displayed in front of an enemy. Somehow, I doubted that she minded at that moment.

"Is that what you truly want?"

My hands trembled as my body drew from her strength and healing. I could feel the pain and fatigue fade slowly as she stepped back, leaving me to make my decision. That was the furthest thing from what I wanted after everything I had been through and fought for.

As the haze of hatred and rage slowly faded, I realized what she had been trying to tell me all this time and why she had risked her own life to stop me before I had struck Mad Jack down. I had let my anger get the better of me and had almost destroyed myself in the process. Had I killed him, he would have indeed died, but the part of him that had once been a part of me would have returned to me and in my current state, would have overwhelmed me.

I would have succumbed to my dark emotions and embraced the evil that embodied itself in my twin.

I slowly lowered my katana, realizing how close I had come to destroying myself. He wanted to drive me into a frenzied rage, to make me lose control so that my hatred would overtake me and turn me into him for good and he would have succeeded if not for Chimitsu. This battle was over, at least for the moment.

"Sewayaki onna..."[4] Mad Jack growled with a low, soft laugh.

I watched him pull himself to his feet, picking up his katana and sheathing it, making no move at all to attack. I was exhausted, but ready for him if he did choose to attack. Yet with my body healed, I felt stronger, even if I still needed to recover more than I already had.

"You've got no fuckin' idea what you're talking about," he hissed with a snarl on his face. "We certainly could have fused into one being, but it doesn't matter that it didn't happen now."

I furrowed my brow, finding it odd that he was saying this now when he had been trying just a few moments ago to drive me to lose control so we could fuse. If that and the lives he had taken meant nothing to him, then what did? Chimitsu scowled off to my side, giving him a poisonous look

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Heh. You haven't a clue, do you?"

He laughed quietly, sadistically, and I tensed, my hand brushing the hilt of my katana.

"These lives mean nothing to me. You two on the other hand..."

In a flash of red smoke, he disappeared, leaving Chimitsu and I alone on the deserted, battle-torn street. I was confused as my hand left the handle of my katana, trying to figure out what he had been planning all this time. He had been trying to draw us out with the deaths of all these innocents, trying to drive me into a rage so he could fuse and take permanent control of me, right?

"Are you all right?" Chimitsu asked.

I sighed softly and nodded a little, not really all right, but well enough considering what had just happened. I did not immediately raise my head to look at her, feeling guilty for being so blinded by my anger that I had actually shoved her aside in order to get to Mad Jack, but I slowly did at last. I realized that she had not been upset by it if she had gone so far to embrace me in front of my enemy, an act that made it difficult for me to contain my embarrassment.

She reached out and gently took my hand in hers, her eyes and expression showing that she had already forgiven me, even though I still needed to apologize.

"I think so. Forgive me."

"No need to," she murmured, her gaze lowering as a sad look washed over her face. "I know why you did it."

She wrapped her arms around my middle and folded her wings almost completely around us both as she rested her head on my shoulder. I sighed again and rested my chin on the top of her head as I slid an arm around her waist to pull her close as I tried to think of what to do next. We could do nothing for those Mad Jack had killed here, but we had no way of knowing where he had gone, even with the link between him and myself.

"There he is!"

The words cut through my thoughts like a knife and I jumped slightly in surprise. Chimitsu and I quickly drew apart, finding that we were in the presence of an angry looking mob standing not too far away. I furrowed my brow, wondering what they could possibly want with us seeing as how we had not been here that long. Certainly not long enough for them to see anyone other than...

"Is that him?" ...Mad Jack.

"That's him all right. That's the slimy bastard that blew up my car!"

Oh. Shit. My blood froze in my veins as I realized what he had planned for us from the start.

Chimitsu stood in front of me protectively with her wings unfurled as they gazed around at the destruction left by Mad Jack. They looked back at us, infuriated upon seeing the bodies of the schoolchildren, the same group Chimitsu and I had seen shortly after we arrived. I did not like where this was heading.

"The children now, too, Jack? Is this any way to repay us for helping you in the past? You come back and destroy our homes, kill our loved ones?"

"Wait...I did not..." I began.

They would not hear any of it and began to close in, looking as if they could riot at any moment. I backed up with Chimitsu in front of me, shielding me, although I began to wonder if she would be able to defend us both from the guns some of the men appeared to be carrying. I knew she would not dare to hurt or kill any of them, even if it was in self defense.

"Stop! He didn't do any of this!" she cried.

"If he didn't, then who the hell did?"

"His twin! The one with the leather biker jacket!"

Again, they refused to listen to reason and several shouts went up condeming the both of us for allowing this to happen. There was nothing we could do to change their minds and could only flee the city before they began to riot. We had seen enough death and destruction here today that we wanted to avoid any further confrontations if at all possible, which looked less and less likely.

They began to move in again and Chimitsu turned, wrapping her arms and wings around me, initiating a teleport when she realized that there was no reasoning with these people. My heart turned to ice as we reappeared outside the city, realizing now what Mad Jack had meant earlier when he said that neither the fusion nor the lives he had taken meant nothing to him. He had dressed like me, killed all those innocent people, caused chaos, terror and destruction, changed into his usual clothing when he sensed our approach, and then left us to deal with the consequences of what he had done.

"Minamoto-chan..." Chimitsu began, looking up at me, her wings folding against her back again.

"By the gods...he planned this all along. He had been planning on framing me for the murders he committed if he could not get me to lose control and fuse with him."

Chimitsu reached up and lightly caressed my face, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.

"I know," she murmured soothingly. "I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner. Didn't think it was quite like him to not attack again I'd calmed you down."

I felt like a complete fool. Not just for losing my temper, but for not having the foresight to see what Mad Jack had been planning the moment we had set foot in that city. Until he had been destroyed- however long that took- we could not return to that city without risking certain death at the hands of vengeful citizens.

"We cannot go back there now. Not without proof that he exists. They will kill us for certain if we try. All those children...dying...thinking that their hero had turned on them..."

I slumped down to sit on a small boulder, hanging my head in my hands, trying not to cry with the outraged sorrow and pain at what my twin had done. My chest felt heavy as lead, wishing that I had sought him out earlier and stopped the massacre before it had even happened. Chimitsu gently massaged my back, trying to soothe me, eventually wrapping her arms around my shoulders, her hands resting lightly against my chest.

"We've got to move on, Jack. We can't stay here or they'll see us." she warned.

"But where do we go?"

"Let's try the jungle, see if he's gone into hiding there."

"All right."

She released me and I sighed heavily as I stood, looking around. There was nothing out here but a desert wasteland as far as the eye could see. There was no possible way that Mad Jack could have hidden all the way out here, which meant that he had fled to someplace where he could hide and lay in wait for us.

"How do you want to go?" she asked.

"I do not know. It will take us several days to reach the jungle from here if we travel on foot."

"I could always teleport."

"I would rather not. Teleportation strains your energies and I, well, I tend to find it rather unnerving."

She chuckled softly and leaned up, lightly kissing me on the tip of my nose, hardly offended by my confession.

"Well, it's not far to fly there." she said.

I could not help but arch an eyebrow at the suggestion. Flying was not much better than teleportation. I was a man, not a bird.

"Fly? You cannot be suggesting..."

She unfurled her wings out behind herself, preparing to take flight.

"Chimitsu-chan..." I began, wondering how she was going to pull this off.

"I know, you can't fly, but I can certainly carry you."

I blinked and stared at her in a bit of shock. She was a fair bit smaller than I was and did not seem to be strong enough to carry me for such a great distance.

"Carry me? That far? Are you certain?"

"Of course, silly. Flying with you wouldn't take as long as walking and it won't drain my energies like a teleport. Doesn't take much for me to lift you, samurai. You're not that heavy."

I frowned, still doubting her ability to carry me that far.

"But I am heavier than you."

"And not as heavy as a car," she said with a smile, knowing she had won this round. "C'mon, samurai. Let's ride the wind."

She held her arms open and I reluctantly turned around, letting her wrap her arms around me from behind around my chest. I could hear her wings flap to pick up steam and then she began to hover up slightly, not yet lifting me from the ground. I felt her press closer and hang on tighter and a second later, we were airborne.
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[1]"Omae wa makaritoanai ze!" = "I won't let you get away with this!"
[2]shi-ne = die
[3]yamete = stop
[4]"Sewayaki onna..." = "Meddlesome woman..."
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